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Part Four- I'll Name HimIn the morning, the wolf yawned, stretched and disappeared. Thinking it was safe, she got up and ate some more fruit, and washed herself in the river. The river was deep enough to lie in, and it was cool and refreshing. She let it run over her curves, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her and the caress of the water. Small animals clambered to the edge of the river to drink from it, and regarded her curiously, deciding she was safe enough and relaxing in her presence. She even got a rabbit to drink water from her cupped hands. She laughed, enjoying the tickle of its whiskers on her fingers. She got out and dried in the sun, choosiPart Four- I'll Name Him


Part Three- The WolfA noise woke her. Above, the moon twinkled at her through the gap in the canopy, and the stars whirled and danced. The night was dead silent, save the occasional hoot of an owl. Everything was so dark, she was so used to street lamps and night lights that it disconcerted her. A warm presence on her back made her turn. A large grey wolf was curled up against her, fast asleep. Terrified she'd wake it, she lay still, but did not sleep again that night, instead watching the orange embers flick into the air by some invisible wind, and dancing like fireflies before they settled again.Part Three- The Wolf


Part Two- The GroveShe found a small grove, ringed by trees, with a small river running to the left of it. She drank from the river; it tasted sweet. She found a small apple tree; its fruit were the tastiest, most crunchiest apples she had ever eaten. She decided the grove would be her home, until she found a way back to earth. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was once on the floor of her room, finishing yoga, and suddenly was in a place she only dreamed of. The temperature was warm enough that she didn't need blankets to sleep or a shelter, so she composed a small fire made of twigs in the center of the grove (away from the trees, lestPart Two- The Grove
| I like to draw and write. |
| This is me. My good friend Victoria's father calls me 'The Little Music Bot'. I think that accurately describes my passion for most forms of music. The Greek God quiz on Facebook told me I was most like Apollo, God of Light, Music, Dance, Medicine and Healing. Sounds about right. I tend to find beauty in most things. I like nude photography, and I don't see anything wrong with it. |
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.It's o.k. Pluto, I'm not a planet either.
.Big thighs make great earmuffs.
It's a scary washing machine that opens up new dimensions!-[link]
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Hell hath no wrath like an angry vocalist.
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.It's o.k. Pluto, I'm not a planet either.
.Big thighs make great earmuffs.
It's a scary washing machine that opens up new dimensions!-[link]
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.It's o.k. Pluto, I'm not a planet either.
.Big thighs make great earmuffs.
It's a scary washing machine that opens up new dimensions!-[link]
Peter
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I'll keep posting new pics everyday. Add me to your watch-list and you'll see it in first hand
If you like my photo,
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.It's o.k. Pluto, I'm not a planet either.
.Big thighs make great earmuffs.
It's a scary washing machine that opens up new dimensions!-[link]
Peter
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I'll keep posting new pics everyday. Add me to your watch-list and you'll see it in first hand
If you like my photo,
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