by marimoon » Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:08 am
"Ok, I feel like the guy." Dylan said. "Hey, look over there!" She said, then pointed to a shack. She walked inside it, then found a body, some food and a couple of sleeping bags! "Come on, We'll camp here for tonight." he said, then closed the door with her and him in.
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The horse is our melody.
Crafted by lights, woven by gods.
They are power with which we bind ourselves.
Fluid as water, as unharnessed as flame.
Contradiction of our own nature, preserved in primal fury."