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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 12:26 pm
Woods of Solitude
In this woods, everything is quiet. No birds, no animals, except the eternal blowing of a soft breeze who shakes the leaves. A strange shade seems to cover the entire part, cloaking everything in darkness. In here, it happens that the Wanderer meditates, or is just laying down, watching the few stars visible through the trees and the moon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 4:24 am
Meanma roamed trough the small woods, soflty walking over the packs of dead leaves that lay on the floor. He released a deep sigh as he relaxed under the charming touch of the night. The wind played with his hair, as it usualy did, caressing his cheeks and using the leaves of the tree as instrument. He looked up, trying to find a few stars between the clouds.
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