

Season's EndReaching the winter of our lives, we come to the end of the seasonal cycle. The spring of infancy, summer of youth, autumn of mid-life, winter of old-age. Hair has become like light wisps of snow and skin feels like ancient papyrus; soft and dusty and shall crumble at the first touch. Your eyes may still hold the warm fire of youth, but the body sinks deeper into the frigid cold that is December. All things come to their winter, but it is the memory of previous seasons and the new buds of spring that make winter a little more cozy and worthwhile.Season's End
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i collect every flower sent
from hell down to the fire.
aiden
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I'd roll with Optimus Prime any day.
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Love, Marion
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:: 'Tasha ::
sorry so late on the reply
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come sail away in a orb with me, over imaginary lands and deep blue seas
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:: 'Tasha ::
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come sail away in a orb with me, over imaginary lands and deep blue seas
[link] my gallery
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I See Blue Clouds
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:: 'Tasha ::
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