by Neruda Love Song » Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:36 pm
Alexander nodded. He looked back and smiled, "I guessed that." He looked up and said, "This is the west wing." Before him was a long hallway with doors all the way down. "Let Ath pack up and it will be yours." It a more quiet tone he looked at her seriously, "If any of these men touch you, which they won't, tell me and I will take care of it." Straightening up he continued, "Kitchen is down the main hall and I am in the North wing if you need me. Don't try to escape, either. The main doors outside can only be passed by only the men and we are surrounded by wilderness. You hungry?"
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.