

Fire DanceIn the rich, deep hues of the crisp autumn afternoon, when the world sat on the edge of slumber and wakefulness, a story did unfold to mine eyes that I am here to recount to you now.Fire Dance
As I rode through the forest trees, the nearly bare branches pulling and grabbing at my cloak, my horse's hooves crunching the brittle leaves that slept on the forest floor, I came upon a strange and haunting melody. The sun setting behind me c
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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
::: Scott Adams :::
If anyone wonders why all my deviations are missing and I'm not answering to any comments, it's because I've moved! To here, ~shenfish. Please visit me there instead.
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~oOo yummy marshmallows oOo~
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