Jun 292014

the dialect transformed, like a rainbow in the sun, making the potions grow stronger than the forest winds can understand.  i only seek the truth he said, his head bowed down with mourning.  she awoke and looked at him saying more than she could remember, she was only a girl, not yet ready to speak the volumes of guilt that portrayed her hair in such a negative shade.



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