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A weekend hunt

I have heard the music in her voice. A bewitching medley of southern slur and Yankee crispness. I have seen her face plain but pretty made beau..

loss

An enigma. her essence hidden. Suddenly visible, but only to me. Enchanting, alluring, beautiful. Such shyness she shows the world of her bea..

This is inspired the play Cyrano De Bergerac

A fictional write on Guinevere's demise

A slight twist on the original myth

A fantasy poem

He was here asleep reed pipes laid by The impress of his head lightly etched into the moss-coushioned rock. His fine-boned face shadow- ..

Longing