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Kindred Spirits 3: Grief "I think you may be right." His smile widened, his hand on the back of her neck slowly pulling her down to him. Their lips met, and the taste of his own blood was added to the metallic taste of hers on his lips. Somewhere deep inside him, the animal that he was grinned as it pointed out the symbolism of that to him. It was a final sealing of their new bond; they were well and truly mated now, bound to run together from this point forward. He felt calm, a part of him that had for so long been empty now finally filled once more. A small part of him still winced at what he had done, feeling that heKindred Spirits 3: Grief
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I've learned that "the Way, the Truth, the Life" is making Jesus the Road to Heaven, but everyone has a different way of walking on that road. Some walk, some dance, some skip, some hop, some run, but they're all going the same place.
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May the Earthmother guide your dreaming.
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"Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious." -- Oscar Wilde (and ain't that just right?)
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Street kids haunt beer bottle asphalt..
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The sense of life is becoming truly happy inside
(I got it when waking up)
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