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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 2:38 pm
You dont need mules, or whatevers, but just intertwine(spelling?) your imagination with mine blaugh
Setting: Mirkwood
Time: After the war of the rings
*After eating my breakfast, i go out of my house and then go out to the forest, here i walk umong the trees, when i get to a pond that has a willow at the waters edge i climb into it, and then i humm a song*
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 12:18 pm
*after i humn a song, i then sing one, as i sing, some of the fish in the water rise to the surface, they seem to listen*
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:32 am
*when i finish with the song, i listen, the trees all sway with the warm wind that blows, i slip down the willow, then i lay on the grass, i then get up and get dressed to go swimming, i walk to the edge of the pond, and then dive in, i look around at the fish, then i surface, i float and feel the sun*
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 8:29 am
*after floating aimlessley, i then bubmp my head on the edge of the pond, i get out of the water, and then get into my clothes, i then walk through the forest again to get to my house, here i find a note was left on the doorway, it said ,note:* Hey! Loliner, the king is throwing a feast in his hall, wanna come?
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:36 am
*i discard the letter and then go to my bedroom, here i lay down and rest*
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:08 pm
*i bolt up straight in bed, i hear a faint drumming sound, i get out of bed, and look out my window, i look towards the forest, and hear the drumming louder, i get on a light shirt and pants, i wear no shoes, the forest is our friend, i walk slowly up to a tree closest to the beating, i hide behind it, i quickly look behind it, though there is nothing there, i go to the closest tree, i dodge behind trees until i reach my special spot, i dash up into the willow, and look around, the beating continues, i get down from the willow, and i look around, my hands still clinging to a branch in case i need to get back up, i then let go, and look at the pond, the moon shines on the water, revealing the ripples that are coming from the beating drums, the fish are synchronized to the beating, and dance in their own fashion, i start then twirling, and hopping, flapping my wings, i start to laugh, first to myself, then out loud, as i dance to the beating drums*
((i got really inspired by the song "steady as the beating drums" from pochahontus, i found that the native americans are like the elves in real life, communing with mother nature, and being spiritual))
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:47 am
*i keep dancing, this time, singing, and sweeping over the grass, in long jumps, and joyful hops*
((now I'm listening to "the river sings" by enya))
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