by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Feb 01, 2013 8:13 am
Chance smirked and put his hat on. She leaned against the railing.(no wonder my spell check hates his name lol..)
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."