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Post by Tink on Dec 22, 2003 11:39:37 GMT -5
DW curled up in her nest and shivered. It was getting cold now and the world seemed to be moving so slowly, or maybe taht was just her. Festival was coming, even she in her fevered thoughts and maddened veiw of the world knew this.
But who would she spend it with? She wouldn't trouble herself with those thoughts right now.
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Post by Tink on Dec 27, 2003 21:11:58 GMT -5
DW rolled over and looked at a nearby tree and began speakingh to it in a completely sane sounding fashion. That is, it would have been sane, had the other other participant not been a tree, "It is my expeirance friend, that one never has anything to lose by rash actions..."
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Post by Tink on Jan 11, 2004 15:28:09 GMT -5
DW sighed, Maply would just not agree with her veiws, "I outta make you into syrup!" she tested the wind with only half-interest and finally let in to her urge to fly.
Cont: I'm thinking surprise room mayhaps....
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