#its been a million years since i last drew them

[orangehalfpeeled]

i miss them !!!

[desi2go]

First times - Lee Know

pairing: Minho x reader

warning: fluff

summary: How were your first times with him?

author's note: Happy birthday Minho! I hope you had such a wonderful day 🫶🏼💙

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

You never meant to be there. You were supposed to be on an airplane, returning back home to Seoul after a joyful week in Seattle. But instead, your flight has been delayed due to a technical problem. You didn't mind, actually liking this city in Washington. So, didn't waste any time after you had brought your luggage back into a hotel room that the airline provided for you and walked through the city, determined to spent the last evening where you could enjoy the last sunlight of the day.

As you leaned against the safety window of the sky view observatory, you watched the sky turn into various colours. Different shades of red, orange, yellow and pink painted the sky like a canvas. You loved the view over the city. Next to you, a boy group of eight watched the sunset, talking in korean.

It was funny to you that even here in America, you would meet people from home. Well, maybe they follow you. You chuckled as they joked around, filling the huge room with laughter and happiness. But you noticed that one of them seemed to hate the height, he didn't even try to look down and after some minutes, settled down to sit on a bench far away from the windows.

Sadly, a black mask covered his face but his eyes were focused, sharp like an eagle. His fluffy black hair was perfectly styled. You didn't know what drew you to him but you couldn't stop yourself from buying two muffins from the shop and sitting down right next to him. He looked startled at first, especially when you offered him one of the muffins.

"Not fond of heights, right?" you asked while smirking, placing the cupcake on his palm as he observed you confused.

"You're korean?" his soft voice was dripping with confusion. You laughed and nodded, taking a bite from your sweet treat. "I'm on vacation and you?" you added.

Carefully, he pulled the mask down to eat it as well. "That's nice. We're here for work" you nodded impressed, enjoying the sun that fell on your face.

His eyes never left your face as if he was still trying to make out your intention. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.

"Y/n"

"Well, nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Minho" you loved the way how he pronounced your name, letting a chill down your spine.

It was crazy how you could talk to a stranger for only some minutes and still have the feeling like you knew eachother for years. you both kept talking and talking. You adored his humor and his from time to time cocky answers. Conversing with him seemed easy and flawless, the time passed so quickly and the staff had to shoo you away to close the observatory.

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

After your first meeting in America, you exchanged numbers. Since then, your phone was constantly ringing with messages from him. Not that you hated it, no, you loved the attention he gave you. It made you feel special and adored like you hadn't in a long time. It was funny that both of you came from Seoul actually and never met each other there. Of course, the city was huge with millions of inhabitants but how high were the chances that you two would meet outside of Korea?

Your texting turned into late night calls nearly every evening. For hours you could talk and you were over the moon when he finally asked you if you would wanna go out with him. You loved how his cheeks changed their colour into a beautiful red and the sweetest, shy smile on his lips. How could you say no?

You were nervous when he wouldn't even say where you two would be going. "It's a surprise, dummy" he responded as you pouted and tried to coax him into telling you with your big puppy eyes. But he stayed strong, just telling you that you should wear something warm.

It was cold, the autumn on its peak and you actually loved this season. The spooky season where the nature would turn into the prettiest colours.

In the afternoon, he stood in front of your door, picking your up for your first date. He laughed when he saw how much layers you had on, put taking your hand in his as you pouted slightly. "You look like a marshmellow"

"That's not nice! I just get cold pretty easy" you grunted, looking down on you, your body completely drowning in the mass of fabric.

"But you know I love marshmellows" he whispered into your ear, making you red as you slapped his arm lightly.

After an hour of driving, you finally parked outside of Seoul in front of a farm. The whole area was filled with different types of pumpkins and you clapped your hands in excitement as you saw families and couples picking pumpkins from the patch and carving them.

You grabbed Minho's arm and headed straight to the pumpkins. Each one individual in their shape and colour.

"Do you want to carve one?" Minho asked you and you nodded fastly. He chuckled at how cute you were and helped picking out one for and one for him. He got the tools from one of the farm helpers and within the next two hours, both of you carved your own pumpkin into the desired shape.

You laughed as you watched Minho struggling with cutting the face into his, making his smile super big and funny. And when he showed you the final result, you couldn't help but laugh at how hilarious the face was.

"I think I have managed well. That's you by the way" he commented, a smirk present on his face. You pouted but grew red when he gave you a kiss on your cheek. "But I think in reality you are even more beautiful"

𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

Every meeting was a blast, you collected tons of memories together and it didn't took long before he asked you to be his girlfriend. It was predictable, well, to his members.

Seungmin called him a "tame kitty cat" whenever he caught Minho talking to you, earning a scowl. But even though he liked to tease his friend, he was the first who urged Minho to finally ask you to be his girlfriend.

You thought it was just a regular date when Minho texted you in the morning. When he stood in front of your door this evening and you saw the light blush on his cheeks, you guessed it was from the cold weather not from the fact that he was nervous. It was almost christmas, just two weeks until Santa clause would visit you.

Minho told you that you should dress up warm and when he parked with his car near the christmas market. The air was filled with laughter and the sweet smell of mulled wine. The darkness was lit up with hundreds of fairylights.

You were excited to see what the small booths sold. You grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him towards the entrance. His hand was warm in yours.

You two bought a cup of mulled wine and roasted almonds, your favourite.

When you two reached the central of the market, decorated by a huge christmas tree filled with fairylights and baubles in different shapes and colours. Minho's arm circled around you waist as you listened to the choir on the small platform in front of the tree.

Gently, he pressed a hot kiss on your cheek, everything else being covered by your scarf or your hat. He knew that it was time for the important question.

"Y/n, I wanted to give you something" Curious, you turned fully to him, observing him while he rummaged through his jacket's pocket, searching for the little velvety box. He didn't hesitante and presented you the box. You gasped and took it into your shaking hands.

As you opened it, a beautiful necklace was revealed. Its design so simple but even more breath taking. As you gently pulled it out of the small box, you noticed the small pendant, a sun with a small cristal in the middle.

"Thank you so much!" you squealed and leaned into him, brushing your scarf down to give him a tender kiss on the lips.

He laughed, taking the necklace from you to put it on. "I'm happy you like it. It should symbolise our first meeting in the observatory. When the sun went down, you shone even brighter" he admitted, cheeks red like a tomato.

"Aww. That's so sweet! I love it"

"And I love you, Y/n. So, I wanted to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend?"

Your eyes went wide and the prettiest smile he had ever seen decorated you face. "Of course! I love you too"

first night together

In the same night, you decided to let him sleep at your apartment. He was your boyfriend now, you couldn't believe it. Plus, it was far too late to drive home, you argued. And you just wanted to cuddle your love.

You two layed spread out on your bed, watching a romantic christmas film, pointing out the similarities between you and the film. Minho laughed about a lame pick up line the male protagonist said.

"I can't believe he said that! That's so embarassing!" he exclaimed, hiding in your hair. You giggled, playing with his fingers.

"I think it's cute" you answered.

"Cute? His behaviour is so predictable" he mumbled.

"Isn't every christmas movie like that?"

"Yeah, sadly. They are always the same." he admitted.

"But at least the men are hot" you explained with a smirk, munching on a burned almond you purchased at the market.

"Excuse you? You have a boyfriend!" he shrieked, pulling his head out of your hair.

"I know, I know. But even you can't deny that they are-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as he threw himself over you, crushing under his weight while he tickled you.

"Yah. I'm your boyfriend! You should find me hot!" You giggled and trying to wiggle out of his wrath. His face was just centimetres away from you, watching yours with a loving gaze.

"Who said that I didn't think you're hot?" you questioned when he finally stopped, circling his neck with your arms to pull him down more.

wedding

For him it was clear from the first moment that he laid eyes on you that you were the one. It was just a matter of time before Minho would ask you THE question.

He proposed to you on a shared vacation. You two had decided to go back to Seattle together after three years to remember the old times, especially the first time you met. On your last day, you visited the observatory again. While you jumped from one window to another, he was shaking with anxiety from his proposal and the height. He really wanted to propose to you here. And when the sun went down, he took a deep breath and walked with you to one of the windows even though his heart was going to kill him, and went down on one knee.

Of course you said yes and just some months later it was time for your wedding. You had decided to pick a date in autumn as a memory of your first date. In Addition, your venue was rustic and created such a beautiful atmosphere.

Before the actual wedding you two had decided to do a "first look" together without many other persons, just you and him. What he didn't know, it was actually Han who would surprise him there. Minho was lead to you with a scarf over his eyes, blind to what he would see in just a minute. In front of him stood Han, dressed in a wedding dress that he had burrowed, stuggling to hold his laugh in.

Gently, he took Minho's hand and caressed it while you died from laughing in the back, hiding from your husband-to-be's eyes.

"I can't wait to finally see you my love" Minho whispered before he pulled the scarf from his eyes. His face was instantly red and nearly dropped to the floor, laughing like hell.

"What do you think, my love? Am I not beautiful?" Jisung joked, swaying back and forth in his dress.

Minho cried tears of laughter. "Absolutely, bro. But where is my bride?"

You came out of your hiding place, giggling. "I'm here"

His eyes widened as he saw you in that beautiful dress (much more beautiful than hid best friend but he wouldn't dare to say that out loud).

first child

Minho and you had talked shortly after the wedding what you wanted for the future. It was important to you that both of you knew what the other wanted. Especially when it comes to children.

You both agreed that you would wait a few years. And when the time came, two years into marriage, you were open to becoming pregnant. You didn't want to force it. But fortunately, you didn't need to wait long to announce to your beloved that you were pregnant.

Minho was over the moon and the moment you revealed the big news, he was already up and baby proofing the house.

When you were eight months pregnant, you went into labour and Minho panicked, immediately driving you to the hospital. You were both anxious, fearing that something was wrong.

Labour was the most painful moment in your entire life but also the most beautiful. After ten hours of pain and contractions, your little son was born. He was premature and the doctors checked him several times to reassure that he could breathe on his own.

After that, all the tension broke off from you and you cried as you observed Minho cradling his baby in his arms to bring him over to you. Through the whole examination, after he was sure that you were fine, he watched the doctors and his son with eagle eyes. His protectiveness rising high.

"Look my love! We created such a beautiful boy"

[rontra]

this year is the Vale Demolition Squad!! gratulerer med dagen!

it snuck up on me this year! ... i draw a goofy My Blorbos bunad image every year for may 17th. i think it's fun to have a Specific Thing i draw annually, since it's fun to compare them over time. so kind of to that end i wanted to draw two i've actually done before ... salem was in 2020 and summer was in 2023

as usual, outfit notes 👇

well, last year i attended a confirmation where i saw a lot of "non-standard" personal flair, and ever since then i've been kind of itching to incorporate elements like that. so drawing the same two base fits that i've drawn before but messing around with them a little was very fun

largely speaking the notes are the same as on their individual previous posts (ørskog / winter hardanger) including stuff like summer wearing a different belt than standard, and salem's 9 million MARRIED WOMAN tokens

now, the patch notes:

salem lost the chest piece that's supposed to go inside the jacket (bringeduk) for no reason other than "now the color blocks are reminiscent of the necklines and boob windows i otherwise draw her in" . for a second i contemplated dropping the shirt entirely but then i was like there are LIMITS.... so i settled for the mere illusion....

huge loss to hardanger's general identity so it looks much less decorated/finished at all (lol)

also there's no longer anywhere for the medallion (agnus dei) to hook on to, so she's holding it in her hand. she's discarding her Married Woman Things i hope summer is paying attention 😳

also i let her keep her spike earrings instead of swapping to style-matched ones. because i think its coooool

one of her silver belt things (beltestøl) is actually from summer's set. as mentioned in previous posts these belt studs are often received 2 at a time as gifts by married women. they traded one for gay loyalty reasons (summer's isnt visible but it's on her belt for sure)

speaking of summer i don't think swaggy fingerless gloves are usually standard style but i thought it would look cool

rose print floral shirt. this was a big thing i saw--people wearing cool patterned shirts in fun colors (with bunads that traditionally have plain shirts). i really loved this so i wanted to draw it

she lost the silver in her collar and her cape

I ACTUALLY DREW HER EMBROIDERY THIS TIME AAAUGH

[plandthealguidebooktranslation]

Azran Legacy Guidebook: Page 37

Previous Page: Page 36

(continued from previous page)

II: The Three Legacies and their Connection to the Sanctuary

Sticky notes at the top of the page:

3 legacies

Misthallery’s Garden of Healing, Ambrosa’s City of Harmony, The Infinite Vault of Akbadain

All of them are in their control!

Having existed for at least 1 million years prior to modern society, the Azran were a vast, world-wide civilization, and many of the mysteries surrounding this civilization remain unsolved. How and why did such an advanced civilization built by the Azran vanish so abruptly from the forefront of of history? The key to unlocking the proof of this civilization lies in the Azran ruins mentioned by Donald Rutledge in “Ancient Histories”. Namely, three sites known as the known as the “legacies”.

These three legacies are of importance, as they are thought to embody the values of the Azran Civilization. During his worldwide search for Azran ruins, Dr Rutledge found three reoccurring words amongst the artefacts: “healing”, “harmony” and “infinity”, and identified the three sites – the “legacies” – which were constructed to be embodiments of these three concepts. In addition to these “legacies”, exists a “sanctuary” which could be called the centre of Azran society, indicating that… (page cuts off).. these three… Azran Civilization…

Figure B: Mishallery’s Garden of… Figure C:…

Sticky note: Should I refrain from mentioning Aurora’s existence in my paper?

Lined page: At the dawn Of time. the world was one big continent, and the Celestial King sheltered all the lands beneath his ample wings. All living things served him. The king had five children, the Great Riders of the Sky, but they were proud and coveted their father’s throne. The constant warring Of the Riders exhausted the people and tainted the land.

Roused at last to anger, the king drew his sword and made four strokes, slicing the land into ten continents. His children.. He banished them to live on Earth

Unable to sit back and watch, the King used his sword and made four slices, dividing the land into ten continents and banished his sons to the earth. The king sealed the sacred gates to the skies and scattered the five keys on earth, that his children might one day find them. -> Eggs?

Ever since that day. the king’s children have gazed up at the skies, longing to fly again one day.

On corner of lined page: Inscription on the wall of the gods

III: The Scattered Ruins as Azran Systems

The excavated ruins show that the concepts of “healing” “harmony” and “infinity” were highly revered by the ancient Azran people. According to “Ancient Histories”, each of these concepts encapsulates the knowledge and technology of the Azran Civilization. “Healing” controls the life of living organisms, and “harmony” controls the environment in which they live. The third, “infinity”, though difficult to believe, involves a device that supposedly generates infinite amounts of energy. By use of these technologies, the Azran are said to have built a civilization unparalleled by any other in human history. My own fieldwork, appears to support this. We have found, for example, sluices and wind-controlling devices which may have served as systems to regulate the “harmony” of the surrounding environment.

Figure G: Egg Figure H: Popoños

IV: Purpose of the Eggs

In “Ancient Histories” there are several references to mysterious egg relics, found scattered amongst Azran ruins. Based on Dr Rutledge’s research, it may be that that these Eggs function somehow as a key to the Azran’s central sanctuary. …(cut off)… because of the attention on this relic, worldwide…

For example, Hoogland is famous for its belief in the dragonlord, the folklore of which has been the subject of much research. Interestingly, this village also has a tradition tied to “egg” relics, with a related shrine that contained a wind-control mechanism, believed to belong to the Azran.

In addition to being a famous tourist trap, San Grio… (cut off) … objects called “popoños”…

3 つのレがシ ー ~ストハレリの応しの園、 プロシアの調和の町、 アンー ダインの無限回廊ア すべてやつらの

Ⅱ.神殿と 3 つの遺産の関連

現在の人類史より 100万年以上も前に存在した、世界をまたにかける巨大な文明、アスラント。この超古代文明には、いまだナゾの部分も数多く残されている。 それだけ高度な文明を築いたアスラントが、なせあるときを境に歴史の表舞台からこっ然と姿を消したのだろうか。 この超古代文明実在の証明の鍵となる、アスラントの-遺跡"の存在については、ド ー ン・ノ ーランの「古代史」にて、関連すると思われる言及がなされている。それは 3 つの遺産"(レガシ ー )と名付けられた、一連の遺跡群である。 これら 3 つの"遺産"は、アスラント文明の思想を体現する遺跡として存在しているとも考えられる重要なものた。

ノーラン博士は、世界各地に見られるアスラント文明の痕跡を求めるうち、それぞれの遺物に”癒し” “調和” “無限” という 3 つの言葉が散見され、これら 3 つの概念を体現する遺跡が、3 つの遺産として建設されたという記述を発見した。 これら"遺産"となる遺跡群には、アスラント文明の中心地とも言うべき、　“神殿"と、アスントのを指し示す、という…ており、この 3 つの ラント

アーリアの存在を論文で公表するのは控えるべきか？

世界はかってひとつの大陸だった… 空駆ける王は大いなる翼でせ界を覆い、生きとし生ける者すべてが王にかしずいた。 偉大なる王には 5 人の息子があり、それぞれが次の王位をめぐり、争っていた。 戦いは長年に渡り、 国と民とを混乱に陥れた。 見かねた王は剣を4振りし、地上を１０ の大陸に分けると息��たちを地上へと追放した。 やがて王は嘆き天の扉を閉ざし((5 つの鍵を))血の狭間に封印した。エッグか？ 自らの罪を悔い改める時、天に戻れるように。 閉ざされた扉を見上げ、王子たちは各地に散らばり、鍵を探 しなが ら 天へ戻るいを夢見て いる。

神々の壁の碑文よリ

III: 各地に点在する遺跡は、アスラントのシステムである可能性が

出土する遺物には、古代アスラント人が重きを置いた"癒し"調和""無限"という 3 つの概念が散見される。 「古代史」によれば、それぞれはアスラント文明の叡智テクノロジ ー を表すシンポルでもあるという。癒し"は生物の生命活動をコントロ ールし、調和"は生命の環境をコントロ ー ルする。 そして 3 つ目の、無限"は、にわかには信じがたいが、なんと無限のエネルギ ー を生み出す装置であるらしい。アスラント文明はこれらテクノロジ ー により、人類史上類を見ないほどに高度な文明を築き上げていたという。 だが、わたしはこの度のフィ ー ルドワ ー クで、それを裏付けるかのような、水門や風のコントロ ー ルのための施設など���-調和"に関わる環境を調整するためのシステムを担っていたと思われる遺物も、数多く発見することとなった。

Ⅳ: 工ッグという遺物の役割

「古代史」にはアスラントの遺物に散見される、ナゾのエッグ"という存在についての記述がいくつか見られる。ノー ラン博士の研究によれば、この、・エッグ"という存在こそが、アスラントの中心地である神殿"への何かしら鍵のような役割を果たすものだと推察している。 ….この遺物に注目し、世界各地の….

例えば、しばしばフォークロア研究対象としてその題材とされることの多い、龍神信仰で有名なマリードールだが、驚くべきことにこの村落にも"工ッグ"とおぼしき遺物の伝承が遣されており、またそれに関連する祠には、アスラント文明のものと思われる、風をコントロールする機構が存在した。

またそのほかにも、避暑地として有名なマル …物に「ポポンチョ」とい

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

reach for the stars

cw. olnf week 2024, pre!release, step 3-4 (step 1 flashback), established!relationship

pairing. sparkling leaves

notes. day 4 of @olnfweek2024. arguably the day i was looking forward to the most because i had a very creative interpretation of the stargazing prompt. i can't believe i've written consistently 4 days in a row for an event week, that's the power of olnf i guess

“Did you know I can hold stars in my hands?” 

“Really?” Tamarack perked up at Nyla’s sudden revelation, raspberry eyes wide in amazement.

“Uh huh!” Nyla grinned, scooting closer to her best friend on the leaf-dappled ground.

It was a good day in Golden Grove. First and foremost, it was Friday, the best of all weekdays. Mrs. Murray played The Nightmare Before Christmas for the last half-hour of class and even passed out cookies. The day was only made better when Mom didn’t mind if Tamarack spent the whole weekend at their place. Until the hour drew for dinner and bedtime near, though, the two girls were content to play in the forest they called a backyard.

It had only been a few months since Nyla and her mother moved to the mountainous town in Oregon but it felt like she’d known Tamarack Baumann her entire life.

“Show me,” Tamarack whispered in awed excitement. Tamarack believed in the magic of the world as easily as she breathed, both of them did. If Nyla could do something as magical as holding stars in her hand, she wanted to see it.

“Alright,” Nyla started coyly, shifting so that she sat in front of Tamarack. “But you have to close your eyes first.”

Tamarack squeezed her eyes shut fiercely, giggling all the while. 

Nyla had met a lot of people in her 10 ーalmost 11!ー years of living.

Some of them had black hair like her and her parents. Some of them had green. Some of the people she met even had hair that was red, pink, purple or peach! But none of them ever had hair that sparkled, Tamarack was the first and only. 

It was amazing.

Nyla had plenty of questions about it ーwhere the sparkles came from, how they never fell off when Tamarack’s grandma brushed themー but Tamarack never had any good answers about it. Her hair just sparkled, that’s all there was to it. It’s something simply Tamarack. Nyla thought that was the answer she liked the most.

“Tada!” Tamarack opened her eyes and excitement turned into surprise as she took in how close their faces were.

“Where are the stars?” Tamarack blinked up at the taller girl.

“I’m holding onto them already,” Nyla beamed, heart fluttering as she held gamboge waves in her hand. They sparkled like a million precious jewels. It’s hard to breathe as Tamarack’s berry-red eyes look up at her, just as shiny as the sparkling hair that frames them. Tamarack Baumann is the prettiest girl in the world, Nyla knew this was the truth in its purest form. No one came close, not even Brittany Taylor who kids like Adrian Woodward swore was the prettiest girl in school. Nyla wiggled her fingers, marveling at every individual speckle that glinted in the process. “I’m holding stars in my hands.”

“That’s my hair, Nyla,” Tamarack giggled, shaking her head gently so as to not snag her hair on Nyla’s fingers. In spite of her protest, Tamarack’s cheeks were flushed. “That’s not a star.”

“Nope,” Nyla emphasized the ‘p’ stubbornly but mirthfully, brushing her thumbs across Tamarack’s fluffy locks. She felt as pink as Tamarack’s cheeks, both of them smiling widely despite their differing views. “I’m holding stars.”

Nyla chuckles lightly at the memory as her thumb and index finger toy with a lock of her girlfriend’s hair. Sitting in the living room of Tamarack’s childhood home, watching the Cinderella movie Brandy and Whitney Houston with Tamarack is a far cry from the young girls they once were running amok through the forest. Back then, their responsibilities were few and far in between. Presently, they were simply housesitting for the Baumann elders as they went on a trip to Long Beach to celebrate their 50th anniversary.

I was obsessed with Tam’s hair back then. Watching the soft golden speckles glint in the dim glow of the television, Nyla’s lips curl into a lazy smile. They’re laying in a comfortable position on the convertible couch mattress, Tamarack resting her head on Nyla’s chest. Not much has changed, I guess.

One cool day in autumn, Nyla moved to Golden Grove and was struck with a paper airplane that changed the trajectory of her life forever.

But considering how we were neighbors, we would’ve met eventually. Plus we had school the next day too. Logic is pushed aside for the magic that was their first meeting. Fate had been at work that particular day Tamarack caught sight of a bright-eyed fellow new kid looking for something to throw herself into. Nyla wouldn’t have their first meeting go any other way.

Girls like Tamarack should be met in the forest.

Looking at the soft, sparkling crown that grows from her head, however, Nyla thinks girls like Tamarack can be met under the light of the moon too.

But with how she carries the stars with her wherever she goes, my girl can go wherever she wants. Nyla presses a firm kiss atop Tamarack’s head and her girlfriend giggles, arms squeezing just a firmer. She may have lost a portion of her enthusiastic squeeze but Tamarack still gives the best hugs Nyla’s ever received.

Tamarack shifts so that she is able to look at Nyla properly, a serene smile adorning her face. “Hey you,” she murmurs softly against the sound of Prince Christopher’s parents fussing over the party preparations for his birthday.

“Hey,” Nyla’s fingers run through Tamarack’s chin-length hair without shame.

Tamarack’s eyes squint with a gentle but playful gleam, “you’re not paying attention to the movie are you?”

Nyla doesn’t argue against the observation, “oops,” she says despite sounding not particularly bothered she’s been caught. “Looks like you caught me. Guilty as charged.” We’ve seen this movie a million times anyway. Nyla is sure she could quote it in her sleep. Could sing the songs in perfect harmony, mostly perfect. She only gets to look at Tamarack in this specific moment once and she is going to cherish each and every second.

“And what’s got your mind so preoccupied,” Tamarack inquires dreamily.

“Just stargazing,” Nyla murmurs before pressing their lips together.

not enough people wax poetic about the fact tamarack's hair sparkles, so i decided to go full throttle

[dougdimmadodo]

COOL ZOOLOGY STORIES OF 2023

Happy New Year! At the start of 2022 I put together a list of some cool zoology-related news stories from 2021, and after... kind of forgetting to put a list together for 2022, I wanted to do the same for 2023. Here are some of my favourite animal-related news stories from the past year (plus one plant-related story, as a treat.)

An elusive little mammal was spotted for the first time in nearly a century

Species Concerned: De Winton's Golden Mole (Cryptochloris wintoni)

Family: Golden Mole Family (Chrysochloridae)

Source(s): here and here

A small, superficially mole-like animal seemingly found only in the area around Port Nolloth, South Africa, De Winton’s Golden Mole has long been feared to be extinct due to a total lack of confirmed sightings since 1937. This changed in November of 2023, when (after years of extensive searching) a De Winton’s Golden Mole was found alive for the first time in 87 years, and was photographed for the first time ever.

Though similar to moles in both appearance and behaviour, golden moles are actually part of a separate and only distantly related group of mammals known as Afrosoricidans (alongside tenrecs and otter shrews) that have independently developed mole-like bodies to exploit a similar ecological niche – with massive, shovel-like front paws, short limbs, protective “shields” of toughened skin on their heads and non-functional eyes covered by skin to protect them from irritation, members of this family are adapted to burrowing, and in most cases will spend their entire lives underground unless disturbed. Due to the scarcity of sightings very little is known about the biology of De Winton’s Golden Mole, but based on its sandy coastal habitat and the behaviours of its closest relative, the Van Zyl’s Golden Mole (Cryptochloris zyli) it is likely that members of this species live solitary lives and use their digging abilities to “swim” through sand, preying on insects and small vertebrates which they detect using unique structures in their inner ears that are highly sensitive to vibration.

In addition to conventional habitat surveys within De Winton’s Golden Mole’s presumed range, the team responsible for this species’ rediscovery also utilized several newer or more unusual strategies to search for their focal missing mammal, including thermal imaging to detect underground body heat and the testing of soil and sand in the area for eDNA (tiny amounts of genetic material that organisms leave in water, soil and on other surfaces, giving insight into which species are found in an area without having to actually spot them.)

An "ancient plant" turned out to be a baby turtle

Species Concerned: "Turtwig" Cretaceous Turtle

Family: Unknown

Source(s): Here and Here

In 2003, a priest and fossil collector named Gustavo Huertas identified what he believed to be the fossilised remains of a tiny plant of the extinct genus Sphenophyllum in cretaceous-era rocks near Villa de Leyva, Columbia, and named the new species Sphenophyllum colombianum. Huertas' find was unusual in that it dated to the early Cretaceous period (making it over 100 million years younger than other Sphenophyllum species, the last of which are believed to have gone extinct in the late Triassic period,) and it was the fossil's unusual age that drew the attention of Fabiany Herrera, a curator of plant fossils at the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago, USA and Héctor Palma-Castro, his student. After taking an interest in the fossil the two travelled to the Universidad Nacional de Colombia in Bogotá, Columbia where the fossil was held in order to inspect it, and after realising that its features were unlike other Sphenophyllum species and consulting a vertebrate palaeontologist, Edwin-Alberto Cadena, they eventually came to realise that what Huertas had found was not a Sphenophyllum species, or event a plant - what had originally been interpreted as the stems and leaves of a plant were actually the ribs of a very small, and likely very young, prehistoric turtle.

The ribs of turtles are located on the upper surface of their shells, where they form a sort of "roof" that strengthens the shell's outer carapace. Newly hatched turtles have fragile bones and shells that are easily broken beyond recognition during fossilization, so finding the well-preserved remains of a young turtle (estimated to be less than 1 year old when its bones were buried) is very rare. The discovery of the true identity of "Sphenophyllum colombianum" was published (here) in early December 2023, and as such the newly discovered turtle fossil has yet to be given a new name. Instead, it has been affectionately dubbed "Turtwig", after the half-plant-half-turtle gen 4 starter Pokemon, until it can be formally reclassified.

The Indochinese Green Magpie became the Photo Ark's 14,000th species

Species Concerned: Indochinese Green Magpie (Cissa hypoleuca)

Family: Crow Family (Corvidae)

Source: Here

The National Geographic Photo Ark is an ambitious project led by Canadian photographer Joel Sartore which aims to photograph every species held in captivity worldwide, providing high-quality images of often relatively obscure species and raising awareness of each species involved. In 2021 the Arabian Cobra became the 12,000th species added to the ark, in 2022 the Spoon-Billed Sandpiper became the 13,000th, and as of May 2023 the Indochinese Green Magpie has become the 14,000th species Sartore and his team have photographed.

Unlike the vast majority of crow species, the 4 species in the genus Cissa, known collectively as green magpies, are brightly coloured, largely carnivorous birds with vivid green feathers and bright red beaks and feet which are thought to aid them in camouflaging against the leaves and bark of the dense, humid forests they typically inhabit. The Indochinese Green Magpie, which is found in densely forested areas from central China to southern Cambodia, is one of the most common green magpie species, but is still believed to be experiencing a decline in population size due to the intense demand for members of this species in the illegal wildlife trade, both for their feathers and to be kept as illegal pets. The model for Sartore's photo, a female named Jolie, was herself found in a suitcase that was intercepted while being smuggled through the Los Angeles International Airport, and is now kept Los Angeles Zoo and Botanical Gardens. The team behind the Photo Ark have expressed hopes that Jolie's picture and story will help to raise awareness of the harmful effects of the illegal exotic pet trade and its prominence within the USA. On a happier note, the photo also seems to show that Jolie is now doing well - green magpies kept in captivity have been known to sometimes take on a duller colouration due to a lack of carotenoids in their diet, so her natural green feathers are an indicator of good health.

A very rare, very weird plant was rediscovered after 30 years

Species Concerned: Thismia kobensis

Family: Burmannia Family (Burmanniaceae)

Source(s): Here, here and here

In 1992, a bizarre-looking plant was found growing near the city of Kobe in Japan; pale and partially transparent without any leaves or chlorophyll, it was a member of the genus Thismia and was notable for being found further north than any other Asian species in the genus to date. A single plant was collected and taken to the Museum of Nature and Human Activities in the nearby city of Sanda, and in 2018 extensive examination of this single preserved plant led to it being determined to be a previously undocumented species, Thismia kobensis. This discovery led to surveys being dispatched to the area where the species was originally discovered in hopes of gathering additional samples and learning more about T. kobensis in the wild, but after surveys of the area were unable to find any remaining individuals, and following the discovery that the site from which the original sample had been collected had been converted into an industrial complex since the 1990s, the species was feared to have gone extinct. In February of 2023, a team of researchers led by Kobe University's Professor Kenji Suetsugu announced the first documented sighting of Thismia kobensis in 31 years, having found a small population growing in Sanda, not far from the museum that holds what had long been the only known specimen of the species and roughly 30km (18.6 miles) from the site at which the species was originally discovered. Their publication can be read here.

Thismia species, also known as fairy lanterns, are almost alien-looking plants that, as mentioned previously, lack chlorophyll and do not carry out photosynthesis, instead gaining nutrients parasitically by connecting their roots to the hyphae of typically mutualistic fungi and extracting nutrients from both the fungus itself and from any other plants that it has connected to (making it a mycoheteroph, much like the slightly better-known ghost plant/ghost pipes.) This unusual lifestyle likely developed as an adaptation to allow members of this genus to survive in forests with dense canopies that block out sunlight, but also makes them highly sensitive to environmental change - in order for an area to support a healthy population of Thismia kobensis, it must also support healthy trees and healthy soil fungi. As the original preserved 1992 specimen of T. kobensis was long dead and slightly damaged, its rediscovery also allowed Suetsugu's team to further study the species, leading to a surprising conclusion - genetically and anatomically, Thismia kobensis seems to have more in common with Thismia americana (the only known North American species of Thismia, which was last sighted in 1916 and is similarly feared extinct) than to any other Asian Thismia, possibly suggesting that T. kobensis and T. americana are descended from common ancestors that spread either from Asia to the Americas or vice versa during a time when their ranges were connected by a land bridge.

Important progress was made in saving the Sumatran Rhinoceros

Species Concerned: Sumatran Rhinoceros (Dicerorhinus sumatrensis)

Family: Rhinoceros Family (Rhinocerotidae)

Sources: Here and here

Distinguished from the other 4 rhinoceros species by its relatively small size, 2 horns and short black fur (which is barely present in adults, but very prominent in calves) the Sumatran Rhinoceros is one of the rarest mammals on earth, with an estimated population size of roughly 30-80 individuals. Having had its numbers drastically reduced by poaching, habitat loss and extreme weather events, the species is now threatened by its own small population size - found only in tiny scattered populations across Sumatra and Borneo, it is now extremely difficult for wild members of this species to find mates, and where mating does occur such a small population size considerably limits genetic diversity, increasing the risk of calves being born with health complications. To combat this numerous efforts to breed Sumatran Rhinoceroses in captivity have been developed, and as of November of 2023 the results have been promising; last year saw the birth of 2 Sumatran Rhinoceros calves at the Way Kambas National Park in Lampung, Sumatra.

The youngest of 2023's calves, a male, is the son of a female named Delilah who was herself the second calf to have ever been born at the park's Sumatran Rhinoceros Sanctuary (a site where members of this species are cared for and protected from illegal poaching while breeding.) This marks the first-ever instance of a captive-born Sumatran Rhinoceros giving birth, and therefore represents a key step in establishing a healthy captive breeding population of Sumatran Rhinoceroses to help preserve and increase the genetic diversity of wild populations. The calf's father, named Harapan, was born in Cincinnati Zoo in the USA, and it is hoped that the careful incorporation of the handful of Sumatran Rhinoceroses held in zoos into wild breeding programs can further help to increase the species' genetic diversity in the future. While extensive action is still needed for the Sumatran Rhinoceros to be saved, the park's work this year represents a significant step towards the species' conservation.

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Have a great new year!

[ausetkmt]

The chained hand of Archer Alexander, who was the last slave captured under the fugitive slave law, is depicted in a statue commemorating the Emancipation Proclamation. A bill to study reparations for slavery advanced through a House committee this year but hasn't gotten a floor vote.

Karen Bleier/AFP via Getty Images

Seven months ago, a House committee advanced a bill to study reparations for slavery, after more than three decades of efforts to build support for the idea.

But the bill has not been taken up for consideration by the full House of Representatives even though it has the backing of some of the country's most prominent Democrats.

"Since April there has been very little movement on the bill by the leadership in Congress," said Kamm Howard, a national co-chair of the National Coalition of Blacks for Reparations in America.

Advocates for reparations are frustrated despite the fact that the proposal faces steep odds of fully passing the closely divided Congress even if the House did take it up.

The bill is H.R. 40, and it gets its name from the unmet promise that former slaves would be given "40 acres and a mule" as the Civil War drew to a close. It would establish a 13-person commission to study the effects of slavery and racial discrimination in the United States, from before the country's finding to present day.

The commission would hold hearings, submit its findings to Congress and recommend "appropriate remedies." It would also consider a "national apology" for the harm caused by slavery.

The bill's original sponsor, the late Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, first proposed the bill in 1989, and did so year after year for nearly three decades, until he retired in 2017. After that, Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee of Texas began sponsoring the bill.

"I don't think anyone could argue against the fact that the trajectory of slavery has gone through the centuries, the decades and is in the DNA of descendants of enslaved Africans," Jackson Lee, a Democrat, said in an interview with NPR. "America would do well to try to bring healing and repair, in this time and in this century."

The bill finally gained political traction among Democrats as the country grappled with race and systemic racism and protests sparked by the killings of Black Americans by police flowed through the streets of U.S. cities large and small over the last two years.

Republicans oppose reparations. Democrats say even studying them has value

The bill has nearly 200 co-sponsors in the House, including members of House Democratic leadership. But it is widely opposed by Republicans and was advanced by the House Judiciary Committee in April with only Democratic votes.

Ohio Rep. Jim Jordan, the Judiciary Committee's top Republican, argued that because the committee's members would be appointed by the president, the House speaker and the Senate pro tempore, who are currently all Democrats, the commission would obviously come to a conclusion in support of reparations.

"Spend $20 million for a commission that's already decided to take money from people who were never involved in the evil of slavery and give it to people who were never subject to the evil of slavery," Jordan said during the hearing on the bill. "That's what Democrats on the Judiciary Committee are doing."

Rep. Burgess Owens of Utah, one of two Black Republicans currently serving in the House, said that the concept of reparations is "divisive."

"Reparation where you take people's money that they've earned — it's punishment, it's theft, it's judgement," he said in the hearing. "It's saying that because of your skin color, you owe me. That is not the American way. We're not racist people. This American country is based on meritocracy."

Jackson Lee says arguments like this miss the point. The bill does not prescribe what form reparations should take, a question that is a point of debate among supporters of reparations for slavery.

"It is not the study of getting a check. It is not giving you a check. It is not the bill on a check," Jackson Lee said. "It is to study slavery and develop reparations proposals, which would create, first of all, the platform for understanding."

Rep. Jamaal Bowman talked about reparations frequently when he campaigned for his New York congressional seat.

"We haven't taken a moment to stop and pause and reflect and look ourselves in the mirror as a country and really be honest with ourselves about how those harms continue to persist," Bowman said.

A group of advocates has been pushing Democrats to bring the bill up for a vote, arguing that it is deeply popular.

"We are working diligently to basically get them all in a room with us and tell us directly how we can move this bill forward," said Nicole Austin-Hillery of Human Rights Watch, one of the advocates calling for a meeting with House leaders. "They have the power to do it, and we're imploring them to do so."

Some argue that House leadership has yet to bring the bill up for a vote because they fear a backlash among voters. Democrats are coming off of a series of bruising off-year elections that featured fresh Republican attacks on race and culture. In next year's midterms, Democrats will be defending incredibly slim majorities.

"The Democratic leaders are saying that they are scared if they move this legislation today, that it will hurt their chances of keeping control of the Congress," said Howard.

Advocates are urging Biden to act without Congress

A senior Democratic aide, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss the status of pending legislation, said that conversations about the legislation are ongoing, and that Democratic leadership and the White House are working together on the path forward. The aide said that equity is a central priority of the party.

Majority Leader Steny Hoyer, a co-sponsor of the bill, told reporters earlier this year that he hopes that President Biden considers establishing a commission similar to the one called for in H.R. 40 using executive authority, noting that the chances of the bill passing the Senate "are pretty dim." In the evenly divided Senate, legislation requires 60 votes to overcome a filibuster. A Senate companion bill, sponsored by Sen. Cory Booker of New Jersey, has just 22 co-sponsors, with no Republicans.

The idea of Biden establishing a commission on his own has also won the support of some activists, including the Rev. Mark Thompson.

"What sets H.R. 40 apart from all of those other pieces of legislation that 'Manchinema' are blocking, is this" he said — using a compound reference to moderate Democratic Sens. Joe Manchin of West Virginia and Kyrsten Sinema of Arizona. "H.R 40 is the only one ... that Biden can sign and enact by executive order."

The White House hasn't said whether Biden would consider creating a commission on his own.

"He supports a number of components of the bill, including the funding and the proposal for a study, which he feels would be the next important step forward and something that he feels would be absolutely correct in addressing ... these moments in history," White House press secretary Jen Psaki said in June.

Jackson Lee said she's focused on the legislative process and still hopes to get a "successful result" in the House, but said that there's a "great deal of power in the White House and in the presidency."

"I think there is certainly a sufficient body of people that would give President Biden a standing ovation if that was the direction that we needed to take," she said.

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 1

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A/N: ALRIGHT, WELL, HERE WE ARE AGAIN! For those of you reading this story for the first time, this was my first fic in about a decade. I've written a lot since then (including three complete sequel fics with more planned), and my writing style has changed quite a bit, so I wanted to circle back and see if I could do this fic more justice. Rex and Senna are my favorites, and it's been a blast to revisit their origins to see if I can improve upon them. This go-around, I'll have the incredible @teletraan-meets-jarvis beta reading for me, which is also going to make this a better story (fun fact: TJ and I first connected over this fic). Anyway, whether this is your first time reading this fic or not, I hope you enjoy this re-write!

Chapter Rating: T (entire work is rated E, but M-rated version can be found on AO3)

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.2k words

Sunlight filtered in through the thinning curtains, chasing the last traces of sleep from the captain’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. Lothal’s lone sun twinkled through the weave in the curtains, casting dancing shadows across the small bedroom. He could already hear children outside in the street and the sound of the morning’s first speeders making their way further into town. Rex stretched his arms over his head, rolling his ankles under the blanket as he inhaled deeply, feeling his muscles tense and flex. He sat up in the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes and rolling his neck, which popped satisfyingly. His fingers raked through his blonde curls, which he’d allowed to grow beyond the buzz cut he’d sported during the war. He was sure that any of his brothers would tease him that his hair was hardly long, but it was longer than Rex was used to, the length being more comparable to the regulation haircut Cody, Fives, and millions of others had sported, although less militaristic in its styling in an attempt to blend in. If nothing else, his blonde curls hid the scar on the right side of his head. It was a reminder he didn’t need to see every time he looked in a mirror.

At least the dreams hadn’t come last night. He hadn’t seen the faces of countless brothers lost, friends betrayed and presumed dead. Rex rubbed his hands over his face before glancing over to where his commlink was resting on the nightstand. There was no blinking light to alert him of a waiting message, and he sighed. He went through this same routine every morning, but the disappointment each time never seemed to abate.

She’ll call when she’s ready. For now, you just have to trust that she’s safe. Ahsoka has always been good at taking care of herself.

Hardly a day went by where he didn’t think of the young Togruta he’d come to view as a younger sister, hoping she was safe. While he had been eager to carry on the fight after the fall of the Republic, Ahsoka had needed time to grieve, unsure if there was any fight left in her, and he had chosen to respect that. She’d fought in a war and watched thousands die before her sixteenth year. She’d felt abandoned by the Jedi, and yet still returned, only to watch her men turn against her and lose everyone close to her yet again. Of course she was tired of it. Of course she needed time. He never doubted her competence or her ability to survive, but that didn’t make him any less worried about her. 

The sound of ceramic tinkling in the kitchen outside of his bedroom drew his attention, alerting him that his companion was already awake, and judging by the sharp smell wafting past the door, in the middle of making another offensively strong batch of caf. He sighed.

She’s at it again, I see. Time to go face whatever chaos she’s created this morning.

Rex clambered out of bed, replacing the sheets, pillow, and comforter with his usual military precision, creased and folded back without a wrinkle in sight. Some habits were impossible to break, even after almost a year. He yanked on the pair of grey trousers he favored, buckling his belt and holster across his hips before pulling a loose-fitting light blue shirt over his shoulders, the worn fabric grazing his skin as the hem fell to his waist. While the civilian garment should have been far more comfortable than his armor kit, it left him feeling constantly exposed, a feeling he didn’t particularly care for.

He picked up the beat-up DL-44 from where he’d placed it the night before on the nightstand, turning it over in his hand for a quick inspection before he tucked it into his holster. The weight of the blaster still felt off in his hand, but with practice, he had grown more accustomed to it. He had never been a poor shot, but the unfamiliarity of the weapon concerned him, and he felt that he couldn’t allow for even the most minor mistakes at this point. Not with what was on the line. The war had been a constant threat to his life, but this was an entirely different sort of danger, with him embedded deep in enemy territory with a complete stranger as his partner.

Rex hoped that the information that they were planning to glean would prove to be worth the risk in the end. It still felt like they were chucking pebbles at a giant, hoping to somehow make a scratch, but he had to believe that in time, things would grow. The rebellion would spread. There had been rumors of uprisings across the galaxy, most of which had been quashed easily by the Empire, but that could change. It had to.

All it takes is one victory. And then another. Until then, we don’t stop fighting. 

He had to believe that winning was a possibility; if not, then what was the point of going on? Rex was a soldier, loyal to a Republic that no longer existed, loyal to friends that were mostly dead, and now, loyal to a rebel faction that was outmatched in almost every way. Carrying on the fight seemed the best way to honor those that he’d lost in the hopes that those that were still alive might know the peace he and the rest of the Grand Army of the Republic had promised to deliver.  

He paused at the door and listened to the silence on the other side. The quiet always made him nervous. Did she go back upstairs? Closing his eyes, he could still smell the caf, and then he heard a sigh and the shuffling of feet, barely perceptible through the door. 

Nope. Still down here. Great. 

Taking a deep breath, he pushed through the door for another day.

She had her back to him, staring out the kitchen window, a steaming mug of caf in her hand. The steam rose over her bare shoulders, and her dark blue sleeveless tunic hung down her back, slightly too large for her, but cinched at her waist with a belt. He could see her blinking data pad tucked into its slot at her thigh. There were new bandages wrapped around a few of her fingers, and he briefly wondered if they were soldering burns, cuts, or from some other mishap. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head in a mess that more resembled a loth cat nest than the sleek military buns Rex had become accustomed to from the female officers he’d served alongside the war. She’s a civilian, he reminded himself. You can’t expect her to hold herself to the same standards.

Although some standards wouldn’t hurt. Just a minimum of decorum.  

Rex had never necessarily been a stickler for the rules or regulations, but he had no doubt his counterpart wouldn’t have lasted a day had she served in one of the civilian factions of GAR. He’d never commented on it before, but she was a downright slob, and it nagged at him even if he remained silent. The hairdo, ill-fitting wardrobe, and general clutter that followed her around seemed to perfectly encompass the technical specialist and her way of doing things: a fly-by-the-seat of your pants mess that still somehow got the job done.

He noted the second mug that was already sitting out for him alongside the sugar bowl and carafe of cream that she had undoubtedly used to make her drink more palatable. He never understood why she made it so strong only to add so many different things to it in order to be able to drink it. Even though Rex had always preferred his caf black, he could just barely tolerate the way she brewed it most days.

She turned, her bright blue eyes widening slightly in surprise as she snorted into her mug, slopping some of the liquid down her front. “KARK! Good morning. You startled me, Re – sorry.” She cut herself off before she finished his name, clearly bracing for a scolding.

Unable to stifle his reaction this time, Rex sighed in frustration. “How many times do I need to tell you to not use our real names here? You’re going to slip up and get us both killed,” he grumbled. “You’ve got to get used to saying it, and I have to get used to responding. We need to keep up the ruse here. Otherwise we run the risk of accidentally mixing things up when we’re out there and within earshot of Imperials.”

She dipped her head in apology, a slight mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Understood. But I uhh… thought you hated the name Lon anyway.”

“I do, but I understand what’s necessary for us to stay alive, Valla.” He emphasized her false name, dragging the syllables out, his eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl.

She rolled her eyes, sipping from her mug again. “Fine, fine, Lon,” she bit back, mocking his emphasis. Reaching over, she slid the empty mug across the counter towards him.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he caught the mug just before it slipped off the edge of the counter, reaching for the caf press and pouring some of the nearly-black liquid into the mug. “You’re careless,” he stated flatly, trying to keep his nose from wrinkling at the incredibly bitter smell.

“And you’re uptight,” she muttered into her cup, tipping the last of the contents into her mouth and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Somehow, she already had grease on her wrist, and it smudged across her face.

Rex ignored the comment, bracing himself mentally for the first sip. He could hardly complain since she’d woken up before him. In fact, taking a closer look at her, he noticed the bags under her eyes and the droop in her shoulders. Her posture had always been terrible, but it seemed extra slouchy today. Her neck was tipped forward as if her head was almost too heavy to hold up, and her shoulders were hunched at such an extreme angle it made his spine ache just looking at her. 

Perhaps she didn’t even go to sleep last night. Got wrapped up in another one of her science projects again.

She interrupted his observations as she reached across him to pour herself another cup. “So what’s the plan today then? Do we get to leave the compound?”

Her eagerness to step into danger read as naivete to Rex, and it annoyed him. It normally was an indication that the person didn’t fully comprehend or appreciate the situation they were in and didn’t understand how easily it could all fall apart. Frustratingly, it seemed no matter how much Rex preached caution, she ignored every warning, still nagging him to let her be more directly involved. But he didn’t trust her yet, and she’d done nothing to earn it in their short time together. How he’d gotten paired off with her to begin with was beyond him, but he’d been assured that their skill sets were the perfect complement for this particular venture. 

She wouldn’t have been my first choice. Or second. Or tenth. 

Even with all of his concerns and issues with her, he had to admit that while her methods were unconventional, they had been successful, at least so far. He once again wished there had been more in her personnel file to reveal her background and where she’d gotten her technical prowess, but it had been almost empty. It mentioned her engineering coursework she’d completed on Naboo, her estimated birthdate, and a few other facts and tidbits that weren’t particularly relevant to the work they were doing, but other than that, her background was a mystery, and that concerned him further. 

No personal history means no work experience. No military service. Hardly any travel beyond her home planet. It’s like she’s spent the few decades of her life hiding out in her workshop and never setting foot outside.

Abandoning his misgivings for the moment, he turned to her. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll head out to do some recon work in the area, but you need to stay on the waves here. We have to establish a baseline of what Imperials are stationed here and who’s responsible for what before we can start having any interactions that are worthwhile.”

She dumped another few scoops of sugar into her cup, her face pinching into a borderline pout as she reached for the cream. “I’ve spent the last few weeks doing nothing but that.” Rex’s face remained impassive, and she sighed dramatically, seeing that there would be no budging him. “Fine, but at some point, we should probably go out together at least once. We are supposed to be a newlywed couple after all. Otherwise people are going to think you murdered me and buried me in the backyard.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” he muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” she said, shoving past him, sloshing some of the bitter liquid dangerously close to the edge of his mug. “Fine. If you need me, I’ll be in my cave.”

“As if you’d be anywhere else.” 

She muttered something under her breath he didn’t catch in response. He listened to her tromp up the stairs, her boots falling louder than they feasibly should for a person her size. Turning his attention back out the kitchen window, he watched the dust swirl in the early morning winds as he finally took a sip of the caf. The bitterness overwhelmed him, and his eyes watered as he grimaced, exhaling sharply out of his nose before he managed to choke down the mouthful.

Can’t say I’m not awake now. But that’s as much as I can stand of that.

He took a look at the remaining caf in the cup, and with a deep sigh, walked to the back door of the dwelling, punching the unlock button. The door hissed open, and he stepped outside, dumping the remaining contents of his mug on the potted plant closest to him. It had started to wither after just the first week they’d been here, presumably because it was his regular disposal spot for the caf he couldn’t tolerate, and he had to hide his smile every time his partner made a comment about how she couldn’t figure out why it was dying. “Sorry” he whispered to the plant before stepping back inside and shutting the door behind him.

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Senna stepped into her “cave”, smiling to herself as some of the tension from the conversation with Rex evaporated. If one were to judge by the layout of the dwelling, this room had likely been intended to be an extra bedroom or perhaps an office. However, Senna was using it as a storage space for piles and piles of tech, tools, and junk that also doubled as her command center. Spare parts of hardware that she’d collected were strewn around the room in various states of repair, and she carefully picked her way to the desk tucked into one corner. Pushing some loose wire and her soldering tool aside, she settled her mug of caf within reach and slipped the headphones over her ears, punching on the holo computer’s power. The hum of the system booting up gave her a warm feeling in her stomach, and she grinned. “Good morning, baby. Ready for another fun day of foiling the Empire?” she asked quietly.

The computer beeped cheerily in response.

She tuned into the comm transmission frequencies she had identified as the ones most frequently used by the Empire, opened a notes application, and after masking her location, she logged into the Imperial database using the false credentials she’d been given prior to the mission. Tapping a few keys, the audio crackled into her earphones, and she leaned back in her chair, taking another swig of her caf. She grinned triumphantly as the first voices came in clear. She’d been up the entire night tweaking the modulator to try and increase the audio’s clarity, and it appeared her hours of cursing and the two electric shocks she’d experienced hadn’t been in vain. Idly, she picked at the fresh bandages on her fingers before shaking her head to clear her mind. 

Alright, let’s get started.

Yanking the datapad from its pouch on her hip she began scrolling through the news feeds, searching for anything noteworthy that she could feed back to the captain. Lothal was an Outer Rim world that had largely been untouched by the war, but in the last few months, Imperial activity had skyrocketed. It couldn’t be denied that the planet was drastically in need of help after several large hits to its economy from drought and famine that went unaddressed during the war, but the new activity went above and beyond the standard aid that would normally be expected from the central government. And what’s more, it seemed that central government knew very little about what was actually planned for Lothal. The sudden uptick in activity had drawn the attention of many in the Imperial Senate, and while the inquiries of those attempting to have some insight over the Emperor had stalled, some back channel information had led to Rex and Senna being sent to investigate, although their activities were anything but sanctioned. Senna still wasn’t entirely sure how many in the Senate she still trusted, but from everything she’d seen at the mission briefing, this source was considered to be as reliable as they come, and that would have to be good enough for her.

Halfway through an article about the new job postings at Pryce Mining that were allegedly coming due to the Empire’s increased presence on Lothal and its need for resources, she felt a warm prickling sensation on the back of her neck. She slowly turned to find the captain standing in the doorway. He’d thrown a waist-length cloak around his shoulders and had hidden his blonde hair underneath a wide brimmed hat. He seemed pleased and perhaps slightly smug about the fact that he’d snuck up on her. 

She spluttered again in surprise, choking on her caf and ripping off her earphones. “Would you STOP doing that? Just make some noise or something when you’re moving around, for Maker’s sake.” She dabbed at the caf she’d splattered down her front with a filthy rag from the corner of her desk. She knew it was a lost cause, and that this caf stain would join the other one from earlier along with countless grease marks and other mystery stains. Tossing the rag aside, she glared at Rex, who smirked as he leaned into the room, not daring to try and place a boot among the mess.

“How do you even function in here? I’ve seen cleaner bantha pens.”

She huffed in annoyance. “Did you actually need something, or are you just here to criticize how I do things?”

His smirk faded as he straightened, eyebrows furrowing again into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. “I’m heading out. Do you need me to grab anything?”

“I’m almost out of sugar again,” she replied.

“Can’t imagine why.”

Senna’s annoyance deepened. “If you’re going to give me shit, then why ask?” When he didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes. “Would you just pick some up on the way home please? And we could use some more noodles.”

“All you eat is noodles.”

“They’re easy.”

“Fine. Noodles and sugar it is.” He turned to leave. “Try to find something useful for us to go on today.”

Her attention already back on her datapad, she waved a hand at him absently. “Yeah, yeah.”

Appearing to suddenly remember something else, he turned back one more time. “It would also be nice if I had a speeder bike that was usable to get around on.”

She looked up at him through her eyebrows. “You have one.”

“It’s in pieces outside.”

“I put it mostly back together. You’re welcome for the improvements I made, by the way. The fluid lines were super worn out and caked with sludge.”

“I walked by it this morning, and the brake compressor cables are still dangling loose on the side. I think it’s safe to assume those are important.”

She sighed. “Yes alright, I’ll get to it today. Any other technical upgrades you require while you’re out?” she asked mockingly, her patience continuing to wear thin. She didn’t like to be bothered when she worked.

“A working comm would be nice,” he replied.

Senna had absolutely noticed the commlink that never seemed to move from Rex’s nightstand, and for a moment, she considered mentioning it. But, the captain had a particular way of operating, and ultimately, she found he really hated having to explain things when she asked questions. If he hasn’t brought it up, then maybe it’s best not to ask. It’ll save me a painful conversation filled with more annoyed glares and disappointed sighs from him anyway. Turning in her chair, she dug under a pile in one corner of the desk, pulling out a scratched up comm and tossing it to him. “That should work.”

He stared at the item in his hand with obvious concern. “Where did you even get this?”

“One of our neighbors threw it out the other day. Couldn’t believe it. All it needed was some wiring replaced. It should work. Go on, power it up.”

Rex clicked on the commlink, and she grabbed her own device, holding it up to her lips and whispering, “Go get me some sugar for my caf, Lon.”

Rex didn’t bother to hide his exasperation as he clicked off the device and tucked it into his belt before turning on his heel to leave. “Stop going outside and picking through people’s trash. It’s strange and could draw attention.”

“I think you mean ‘Thank you, my wonderful fake wife! You’re so resourceful and good at anticipating my needs’!” she called after him. All she got in return was yet another sigh and some muttering that she couldn’t discern. A few moments later, she heard the front door of the dwelling hiss shut and turned her chair to watch out the window as he strode away, losing sight of him as he turned the corner and disappeared behind the outer wall.

Shrugging back into her seat, she pulled one of her feet up onto the chair cushion and rested her head on her knee as she continued scrolling through the comm channels, making notes about which Imperial officer was saying what. Over the last few weeks, she’d been able to identify a good chunk of the command infrastructure that the Empire had put in place on Lothal. She had mapped out the command hierarchy and who was responsible for what tasks, but even with all of that information, she still hadn’t managed to impress the captain or even satisfy him in the slightest. She wasn’t sure exactly what was gnawing at him or why he took such issue with her, but she had decided to not be overly concerned with it.

No one had explicitly told her he was a clone, but it had been apparent to her from the start, and once he’d introduced himself as Rex, she knew exactly who he was, but had never let on. He had made some references to being a soldier during their always-brief interactions, and so she assumed he was fine with her knowing that he was a clone, but she had never pushed the conversation further. The darkness that would reach across his face when the war came up and he became lost in the memories made it abundantly clear to her that it was not a topic he liked to revisit. She’d noted the light scarring on the right side of his head before his hair had grown long enough to cover it. She’d heard the rumors that some clones had removed their inhibitor chips, but again, it was not a topic she wished to broach, for both of their sakes.

The end of the war had come as a shock to everyone, and it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss either. While the outcome of the war had never been certain for anyone, never in her wildest dreams had Senna imagined this would be the result, the Republic gone and replaced by the Empire. She had to imagine Rex hadn’t either; it was apparent that something still haunted him, and while she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, she certainly had her suspicions as to what that was. She had heard him yelling himself awake sometimes at night while she was upstairs tinkering and had always opted to pretend the sound didn’t make it to her. She assumed he’d done the same when she woke up screaming. The war was over, but the nightmares persisted, which was why she often chose caf and her work over unconsciousness. Her bed was too soft compared to what she was used to sleeping on anyway, and when she was stooped over a broken piece of hardware, the sparks of her soldering iron seemed to stave off the fingers of darkness that reached out to drag her back into her nightmares.

At least awake, she had some control.

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[fay-run]

It was late, much too late for Sindyrdra to still be avoiding her trance. She wasn’t on watch, nor did she have any good reason for not allowing herself to meditate. Instead, she lay with her eyes open, watching as the githyanki beside her slept peacefully. Lae’zel, her Lae’zel. Sindyrdra smiled, reaching a hand up to brush a rogue braid off of her lover's face. Almost as soon as it came, the smile fell and her stomach tightened. She was no stranger to fear. Powerful a sorcerer as she may be, she feared for her life on more than one occasion in recent months. But the fear of losing someone, of having to live without someone she loved? It hadn’t been long since that kind of fear had last held her in its clutches. It was horrifying. 

Her memory flashed back to the morning prior, the sunbeams rising around the surrounding buildings as they sat on the balcony. Lae’zel next to her, holding her with a gentleness Sindyrdra never in a million years would have guessed she could possess. Her fingers drew comforting motions along her back as they spoke of their travels, the future. Their future. Lae’zel’s voice became small and quiet, timid, and her words came out almost pleading.

When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?

Hearing the subtle, silent hope in Lae’zel’s words had jarred her. It had already been well established they had become more than what they had originally agreed to, just a way to let off steam in the midst of the mess they’d been thrust into. They’d grown to trust each other enough to tell one another the details of their pasts, the thing each member of their group kept under heavily guarded lock and key. They’d bonded over the similarities of the life they’d grown up in; Lae’zel in Creche K’liir and Sindyrdra in Menzoberranzan. They’d forgiven one another for their past transgressions, for the things they were forced to do in the unforgiving societies they’d inhabited. Even after all this, the idea of looking to the future, whatever future they might have after dealing with The Absolute, wanted to send her into survival mode. There was a possibility they wouldn’t even have a future. That they be killed, or turned into mindflayers. How could she even consider what comes next? 

Then Sindyrdra looked into Lae’zel’s wide, expectant eyes, and she just melted. Vulnerability didn’t come naturally to Lae’zel, she knew how hard this was for her. Sindyrdra allowed herself a moment to think about what if. What if they defied all odds? What if they could destroy The Absolute? What if their parasites would be gone? 

And she’d realized quickly enough that she could not imagine anything else but being by Lae’zel’s side, wherever it took them. She didn’t care if it meant having Vlaakith loyalists coming for them for the rest of eternity. She didn’t care if it meant fighting alongside her in the astral plane, if she’d even be allowed to do so. 

As her response, Sindyrdra kissed her. Sweetly, deliberately, the type of kiss meant for long-term lovers. Tenderness was something so foreign to the both of them, but they were learning. Together.

“I admit this ‘trance’ of yours is foreign to me, though I believe your eyes are meant to be closed.”

Lae’zel’s voice was groggy, and when Sindyrdra turned to look at her she was attempting to blink away the sleep from her eyes. This stubborn woman wouldn’t just go back to sleep when woken, of course. She probably knew Sindyrdra was still awake while in the clutches of sleep and willed herself awake just to fuss at her. 

“I still have plenty of time,” she responded, waving away Lae’zel’s encroaching concern. “Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“And you do not?”

“I don’t sleep,” she said, grinning while she eyed Lae’zel. “Remember?”

Lae’zel made her little ‘chk’, a mannerism Sindyrdra found utterly adorable. 

“Yes, I remember. I find it unfair that your kind should have this advantage,” she sat up, holding herself up by the palms of her hands, and blew her messied hair out of her face. “And I find it odd that you opt to stare mindlessly at the ceiling rather than do something proactive with your extra freetime.”

There was a time when Sindyrdra may have been offended by Lae’zel’s bluntness, but she now knew that her words didn’t come from malice. She had been forced to spend every waking moment training, or studying, or doing something that her kin would deem as ‘worthwhile’. It was all she knew, to be militant during all hours. In her mind, she did not understand why Sindyrdra would take the extra time her lack of a need to sleep granted her to simply sit and reflect, rather than do anything productive.

“Sometimes it's nice to have time to yourself,” she replied, turning her gaze back up to the ceiling. “To think. I guess I might have thought like you, once. Before I left home.”

She’d been such a different person back then. Anything to please her mother, anything to please her House, anything to please Lloth. And all of it had come back to bite her. If any good came of it, it was that she had the wisdom to guide Lae’zel through the very same plight. 

Lae’zel was wide awake now, clearly not allowing for Sindyrdra to stay up without her. Sindyrdra shook her thoughts out of her head and turned her body so she was facing Lae’zel, taking one of her hands in her own. The gith looked down at their interlaced fingers between them and frowned. A gentle touch was more startling to Lae’zel than a slap to the face. Yet she did not yank her hand away as she once might have. Instead, she allowed Sindyrdra to pull them both to their feet, and began guiding them out of their room in the Elfsong Tavern. 

“Where are we going?” asked Lae’zel, eyeing Sindyrdra suspiciously but giving no resistance to her lead. “This bears a frightening similarity to the night you forced me to wade through the river with you. I will not be pleased if I see us approach any body of water.”

“I did not force you,” Sindyrdra insisted, turning around for only a moment to shoot Lae’zel a look. “You know, most water in the Underdark is too cold to swim in. I wasn’t used to it either and I still had fun.”

“You pushed me in before I was ready.”

Sindyrdra was certain if she turned around again, she would be met with the most adorable Lae’zel pout she’d ever seen, but she resisted. “And if I hadn’t you never would have gone in. Now, hush. It is my turn to show you something.”

Lae’zel acquiesced and fell silent. While she couldn’t see her, Sindyrdra furrowed her brow and worried at her lip. The decision to show this to her was a last-minute one, thought of only when she woke just now. Now, she worried it would upset her. Or worse, anger her. But there was no turning back now, of course. Lae’zel would never allow it. 

The cool night air nipped at their skin when they opened the hatch to the roof of the tavern. Selune was full and bright, and her light lit up the rooftop gardens enough for them to find their way to the stone bench in the middle. Sindyrdra sat Lae’zel down and took a seat next to her. Lae’zel’s expression had grown increasingly concerned, and shoulders were tense when she turned to her. 

“Why have we come here, Sindyrdra?” she looked around. “If there is something we must speak about, surely–”

“There is nothing we need to talk about, Lae’zel,” she assured her, placing a hand on her arm, then pointing to the sky. “Look up.”

Lae’zel looked up. For a moment her face was blank, searching for whatever it was her lover was trying to show her. Then, her mouth opened slightly, and her eyes widened. “The Tears…” she breathed, reaching to the sky as if she could touch them. “K’liir… They are so bright.”

Sindyrdra swallowed, still nervous the gith would only grow bitter at the sight of her home. “It happens when the moon is full. Gale pointed it out to me, one of the first nights we camped together. I thought you might like to see.”

When Lae’zel didn’t immediately answer, her stomach twisted in regret. This was stupid. She deserved whatever scolding she was going to get for this. 

But Lae’zel’s expression did not turn sour. Instead, it illuminated; shining brighter than The Tears themselves. She took the hand laying on her shoulder and brought it to her lips, then looked up from it with a smile. 

“Your thoughts were correct,” she said, looking at Sindyrdra as if all the stars in the Realms could compete with her beauty. But they could not, because to Lae’zel, Sindyrdra would win against each one. “This is just another wonder of this world you have shown to me. One I will cherish greatly; for I will think of you each time I see it. It is magnificent.”

Sometimes when she looked at her, Sindyrdra couldn’t believe Lae’zel was real, and tonight was no different. The woman beside her was the most incredible woman she’d ever known; more fearsome than any drider, more depth to her than any abyss. She was truly something to behold. Sindyrdra kissed her, and when they detached, she placed her forehead against hers for just a blissful moment, before pulling back again. “Yesterday, when you brought me to the sunrise I… I was quiet. I couldn’t use my words. I fear for the future and I fear losing you, which makes it hard to say, but you deserve to hear it out loud,” She licked her lips timidly. “I will stay with you, Lae’zel. After we defeat the Absolute, and for eternity. No matter what you choose when you are faced with the choice we both know you will have, I will be by your side. Whether physically, or if it must be some other way. I will be here for you to come to, always.”

It is a terrifying thing, to show all of your heart and soul to another, especially when it goes against everything you were ever taught. The two of them seemed to be doing it often as of late, however. And each time, it got a little easier.

Lae’zel’s big, emotive eyes were looking at her with what could only be described as awe. And this time, she was the one left speechless. So Sindyrdra kissed her once again, because they’d said more than enough the past two nights. After the brain was defeated there would be more time for flowery confessions of love, without ever truly saying the word love.

It wasn’t needed. They stayed under the Tears of Selune as they finished their journey over the night sky, as close to one another as the material plane would possibly allow, and each of them knew what the other felt.

[newstfionline]

Monday, October 7, 2024

Still Searching for Their Loved Ones, a Week After Hurricane Helene (NYT) The last time Drew McLean’s parents saw him, he was marveling at the power of Tropical Storm Helene as it washed over their home in the mountains of North Carolina. He and his mother found that a large tree had split in the front yard and another had been pushed by surging water into Mr. McLean’s car, tipping it on its side. Amid the chaos, Mr. McLean, 45, offered his mother a comforting thought: “God is still on his throne,” he said. Mr. McLean has been missing for a week now, ever since he apparently walked off into the storm last Friday. Sitting on the back porch of their secluded home in the hills of Black Mountain on Thursday, his parents were holding out hope that he would be found, even as they wiped tears from their eyes and increasingly feared the worst. The McLeans are in a fraught and fragile state shared by many across western North Carolina and other regions crushed by Hurricane Helene. The vastness of the devastation, coupled with a lack of phone and internet service after the storm, has left families unsure of what happened to their loved ones. The storm’s death toll has climbed past 225, but many people remain unaccounted for and searching for them is complicated. Their families are desperate for answers.

U.S. Wiretap Systems Targeted in China-Linked Hack (WSJ) A cyberattack tied to the Chinese government penetrated the networks of a swath of U.S. broadband providers, potentially accessing information from systems the federal government uses for court-authorized network wiretapping requests. For months or longer, the hackers might have held access to network infrastructure used to cooperate with lawful U.S. requests for communications data, according to people familiar with the matter, which amounts to a major national security risk.

Brazil drought sinks Amazon rainforest port river level to 122-year low (Reuters) The river port in the Amazon rainforest’s largest city of Manaus on Friday hit its lowest level since 1902, as a drought drains waterways and snarls transport of grain exports and essential supplies that are the region’s lifeline. Below-average rainfall—even through the rainy season—has plagued the Amazon and much of South America since last year, also feeding the worst wildfires in more than a decade in Brazil and Bolivia. Scientists predict the Amazon region may not fully recover moisture levels until 2026. Last year, the drought became a humanitarian crisis, as people reliant on rivers were stranded without food, water or medicine. This year authorities are already on alert. In hard-hit Amazonas state, at least 62 municipalities are under states of emergency with more than half a million people affected, according to the state’s civil defense corps.

Is Europe Becoming Ungovernable? (WSJ) At a recent debate, a German voter had some pointed criticism for Chancellor Olaf Scholz: The German government is unable to govern and its ministers are bickering like children. Instead of pushing back, Scholz conceded the point. “The truth is: You are right,” he said. “But what would be your solution? I mean, I’m asking for a friend.” The exchange triggered little controversy in Europe’s largest economy, once considered a paragon of good governance. It is now all but taken for granted that politicians can agree on little here, and implement even less. France, which for decades has been the engine of the European Union along with Germany, has found itself in a similar state of political paralysis after elections in June left Parliament divided between a multitude of parties. Political fragmentation and polarization have tied the hands of political leaders, who can govern only in unwieldy coalitions between left- and right-leaning parties. Governments have struggled to find common ground on even basic issues, much less some of their most acute problems, such as handling growing numbers of immigrants, the war in Ukraine and stagnant economies. As a result, the EU and its governments have been failing to fulfill their commitments to voters and risk falling further behind competitors such as the U.S. and China.

Macron urges countries to ‘stop delivering weapons’ to Israel for war in Gaza (Washington Post) French President Emmanuel Macron urged countries to stop providing weapons to Israel for its war in the Gaza Strip and expressed concern that the civilians of Lebanon could face a similar fate as those in Gaza. “The priority is that we return to a political solution, that we stop delivering weapons to carry out fighting in Gaza,” Macron said in an interview with France Inter, a public radio station, that aired Saturday. France itself, Macron said, was not delivering any weapons. Macron’s call comes amid mounting public scrutiny of the high death toll in Gaza and the widening regional conflict to Lebanon. At a summit for francophone leaders in Paris on Saturday, Macron appeared to take a jab at the United States, by far Israel’s largest supplier of weapons: “If we call for a cease-fire, consistency is to not provide weapons of war,” he said. “And I think that those who provide them cannot every day call for a cease-fire alongside us and continue to supply them.”

Russia retrains ex-soldiers heading back to the battlefield (Reuters) Nearly 20 years after he last served in Russia’s army, “Mara” is back in uniform. The bearded ex-driver and foundry worker, who identified himself only by his call sign, signed up with the army on Monday. By Friday, he was going through his paces at a training ground in Russia’s southern Rostov region, practising firing from an automatic rifle and simulating the storming of a building. Two and a half years into its war with Ukraine, Russia is offering one-off bonuses of up to 1.9 million roubles ($20,000)—22 times the average monthly wage—to men prepared to sign volunteer contracts as professional soldiers. Being able to attract people like Mara is crucial to Moscow’s ability to replenish its forces and avoid resorting to another round of compulsory mobilisation. The drafting of 300,000 reserves in October 2022 proved hugely unpopular and prompted hundreds of thousands of people to flee the country.

International rescue teams arrive in Bosnia after devastating floods and landslides (AP) Rescue teams from Bosnia’s neighbors and European Union countries on Sunday were joining efforts to clear the rubble and find people still missing from floods and landslides that devastated parts of the Balkan country. Bosnia sought EU help after a heavy rainstorm overnight on Friday left entire areas under water and debris destroyed roads and bridges, killing at least 18 people and wounding dozens. Officials said that at least 10 people are still unaccounted for.

Ukraine in security limbo (Washington Post) More than a week after Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky presented his “victory plan” for how to end the war with Russia to top U.S. officials, details of the strategy and how it was received remain hazy. The trip, which was viewed as a key opportunity by Ukrainian officials for Zelensky to sell the United States on how to support Ukraine going forward, failed to resonate in Washington. Biden held his stance on prohibiting U.S.-provided longer-range missiles to strike inside Russia and Zelensky found himself caught in a political crossfire as influential Republicans largely criticized or snubbed him. Zelensky’s U.S. swing reinforced the sort of unsettling limbo Ukraine now finds itself in going forward—reliant on the United States as its main ally to arm it against Russia yet unsure how long that support will continue as attention on the war fades in its third year and with the new escalation in the Middle East.

‘My dreams are about bombs’ (NYT) The Israeli airstrikes are worst at night. By day, residents walk the city with haggard faces, trying their best to fight fatigue and calm their nerves. Empty cigarette packets pile up in handbags and in the footwells of cars. Anti-anxiety medication is shared among friends. “When will this end?” the 7-year-old daughter of Farah Choucair, an economist who spent 14 years working for the United Nations, asked her mother last week. For the child, the pounding Israeli strikes are a flashback to the deadly Beirut port blast, which ripped through the Lebanese capital just over four years ago and destroyed entire neighborhoods. Ms. Choucair, who now works for a media technology company, said it took years of psychological support for her to process the trauma, but her daughter never did. For many in Beirut, the continuing conflict is just one in a long line of human catastrophes. The city’s bullet-ridden apartment buildings serve as a daily reminder of Lebanon’s bloody 15-year civil war, which ended in 1990. A crippling economic collapse that struck decades later has left much of the country in poverty, and residents are still grappling with chronic power cuts even as the capital is bombarded. Many residents say they loathe the stereotype that the Lebanese are resilient. “I wish sometimes that we could just sit and cry our eyes out and not know what to do, but we always know what to do—what to pack, what we need,” said Ms. Choucair. “It has nothing to do with resilience or any positive trait. It’s a natural survival mode that we have been trained to automate.” She added: “This is how it is living in Beirut. It will never change. I am 41. It has been like this for as long as I remember.” “All my dreams are about bombs,” said Heba Jundi, 36, who was staying at a friend’s house in the mountains above Beirut with her cat, Benji.

Health workers in Lebanon describe deadly Israeli attacks on colleagues and fear more (AP) Israel’s military struck outside the gates of a hospital in southern Lebanon without warning on Friday, killing seven paramedics and forcing the facility to close, the hospital director told The Associated Press a day after one of the most deadly attacks on health workers in the weeks since fighting escalated between Israel and Hezbollah. The account of the Friday airstrikes that flung hospital doors off their hinges and shattered glass was the latest to detail attacks that Lebanon’s health ministry says have killed dozens of health workers. Marjayoun hospital director Mounes Kalakesh said that even before Friday’s attack, ambulance crews in the area were so reluctant to operate that the facility had not received anyone wounded for days. Friday’s attack came hours before Israel’s Arabic-language military spokesman accused the Hezbollah militant group, based in southern Lebanon, of using ambulances to transport weapons and fighters, and warned medical teams to stay clear of the group. The spokesman provided no evidence.

A year of fleeing across Gaza (AP) Ne’man Abu Jarad sat on a tarp on the ground. Around him, canvas sheets hung from cords, forming the walls of his tent. For the past year, Ne’man; his wife, Majida; and their six daughters have trekked the length of the Gaza Strip, trying to survive as Israeli forces wreaked destruction around them. It’s a far cry from their house in northern Gaza—a place of comforting routine, of love, affection and safety. A place where loved ones gathered around the kitchen table or on the roof on summer evenings amid the scent of roses and jasmine flowers. The Abu Jarad family lost that stability when Israel launched its campaign in Gaza in retaliation for Hamas’ Oct. 7 attack. They did exactly as the Israelis ordered in the devastating weeks and months of war that followed. They obeyed evacuation calls. They moved where the military told them to move. Seven times they fled, and each time, their lives became more unrecognizable to them, crowding with strangers in a school classroom, searching for water in a vast tent camp or sleeping on the street. Israel’s campaign has displaced nearly the entire population of Gaza—1.9 million of its 2.3 million Palestinians—and killed more than 41,600 people. Like the Abu Jarads, most families have been uprooted multiple times. For this family, the journey has taken them from a comfortable middle-class life to ruin.

[mariacallous]

(JTA) — To steer the university through an unexpected leadership change induced by debate over antisemitism, the board of the University of Pennsylvania turned to their vice chair — who is also one of the most prominent Jewish communal leaders in the country.

Julie Beren Platt, a 1979 Penn graduate, has been on the Penn board of trustees since 2006 and recently started her second stint as vice chair, making her a natural fit to step up when chair Scott Bok resigned from the management body on Saturday, following the resignation of the university’s president, Liz Magill.

Platt is also the chair of Jewish Federations of North America, the umbrella of 146 local Jewish communal bodies that has collected more than $700 million — and allocated more than $240 million — to drive the American Jewish philanthropic response to the Oct. 7 attack on Israel. Platt cited that commitment in emphasizing that her leadership of Penn’s board would last for a short period: She said she will step down in January when a permanent chair is selected.

Platt’s dual roles mean that she has been on the front lines in two of the most prominent organizations reshaped by the Oct. 7 attack and its aftermath. It also suggests, as she acknowledged in a statement, that even the presence of a seasoned Jewish leader in a senior university board position is not sufficient to address antisemitism on college campuses right now.

“I have worked hard from the inside to address the rising issues of antisemitism on campus. Unfortunately, we have not made all the progress that we should have and intend to accomplish,” Platt said in a statement issued by JFNA, adding, “I will continue as a board member of the university to use my knowledge and experience of Jewish life in North America and at Penn to accelerate this critical work.”

A JFNA spokesperson declined to elaborate on how she will balance the two roles.

Platt, 66, is the daughter of Joan Schiff Beren, a philanthropist who died in 2016, and Robert Beren, the Wichita, Kansas, oil magnate and Jewish philanthropist who died in August at 97. She is also the mother of five children — four of them Penn graduates — including the Broadway actor Ben Platt and Jonah Platt, a musician who also sits on the board of 70 Faces Media, the Jewish Telegraphic Agency’s parent company.

Previously the chair of the Los Angeles federation and the Foundation for Jewish Camp, Platt also chairs a foundation named for her and her husband, Hollywood producer Marc Platt, and has been involved in an array of Jewish educational initiatives.

She became the second woman to helm JFNA’s board last year, assuming leadership of the fundraising organization at a crucial time. The organization has distributed hundreds of millions to groups providing emergency aid in Israel since Oct. 7. The group has also supported local Jewish communities in the United States in strengthening their own response to antisemitism through an initiative, LiveSecure, created in 2021, that Platt was instrumental in launching.

“We are leading the largest mobilization in our history in support of Israel’s right to protect its citizens and against the rise of antisemitism in North America, including staging the largest Jewish rally in American history on the National Mall,” Platt said in her statement. “We will continue this fight with all our energy.”

Penn was already grappling with a crisis related to antisemitism in the weeks prior to Oct. 7, as a festival featuring Palestinian writers drew criticism. Platt and Bok had issued a statement of confidence in Liz Magill, Penn’s president, in the wake of that crisis and in the immediate aftermath of Oct. 7, even as some criticized the school’s initially response as tepid.

But last week, Magill was one of three college presidents who declined during a congressional hearing to say that calling for the genocide of Jews would violate their schools’ codes of conduct. Her testimony drew criticism from Pennsylvania’s Jewish governor, Josh Shapiro, and even the White House.

Platt said in a statement that she believed Magill had fallen short in the hearing. “In my view, given the opportunity to choose between right and wrong, the three university presidents testifying in the United States House of Representatives failed,” she said. “The leadership change at the university was therefore necessary and appropriate.”

[jordanianroyals]

12 September 2023: Queen Rania called for a new model of leadership that aims to cultivate common ground and inject humanity into decision-making, highlighting the need to come together on shared challenges, such as the migrant, refugee, and climate crises.

Speaking in London at the CogX Global Leadership Summit, she recalled the sinking of a crowded migrant boat in the Mediterranean Sea last June, leaving more than 600 people dead as they attempted to reach Europe.

She noted how each side of the migration debate saw the shipwreck as proof of their version of the truth, with some blaming Europe’s tough migration policies for the disaster, while others charged that Europe’s leniency had led the migrants to risk their lives in the first place.

“When we can’t tolerate ideas that challenge our own, we hold their proponents in contempt,” Her Majesty said. Rather than “retreating into bunkers of ‘us vs. them,’ she called for an openness to doubt, explaining that unchecked certainty can lead us to “fight each other instead of fighting our problems.”

“You may think certainty is a mark of moral integrity – but is it?” Queen Rania asked. “Certainty can lead to moral fracture – a code of ethics that registers a sinking ship first as evidence of being right, and only second as tragedy.” (Source: Petra)

Her Majesty also called for increased global support to refugee host nations such as Jordan, where one in eight people is a Syrian refugee. She also drew attention to the growing needs of African nations receiving refugees from Sudan, where more than 4 million people have been displaced since April.

“Getting things right means doing the right thing. And for that, we must think with our hearts,” she said, citing the example of His Majesty King Abdullah II, who, following the onset of the Syrian Civil War in 2011, made the decision to welcome hundreds of thousands of Syrian refugees to Jordan.

“His Majesty knew what mattered most. His heart led his actions. As he put it, ‘There is a hungry child and a desperate mother at our border. How could we not let them in?’” Queen Rania said.

Her Majesty commended the generosity of the people of Jordan, as well as that of host nations currently welcoming refugees fleeing violence in Sudan. However, she stressed that countries that are neighbors to conflict cannot shoulder the burden of refugee hosting alone.

“Since July, the World Food Program has been cutting support for Syrian refugees in Jordan—not because the need has passed, but because new emergencies are breaking out, while donor support has lagged,” she said, adding that 74 percent of the world’s displaced are hosted by low- and middle-income countries.

The Queen also highlighted the unequal global approach to refugee crises, stating that, four months into the war in Sudan, less than 30 percent of donor appeals had been met, while the Ukraine emergency appeal was 70 percent funded within its first month.

“I don’t think we need a supercomputer to explain such discrimination,” Her Majesty said.

“When we demonize people for seeking a better life for their families, we normalize their suffering. We normalize 11 children on average drowning each week in dangerous Mediterranean crossings,” she said. “We normalize people going hungry in a world of plenty—not because we cannot help them, but because we’ve chosen not to.”

During her speech, Queen Rania explained that, in an age where “where AI churns out content and code, and where we’re connected to everything, everywhere, all at once,” it is easy to be distracted and lose focus. However, she stressed that, “progress is not inevitable. It is not automatic. We are the ones who chart the course and hold the wheel.”

“What good is artificial intelligence if we cannot summon authentic empathy with it?” Queen Rania asked.

Drawing on her almost 25 years of experience as Queen of Jordan, Her Majesty shared that, after spending time with some of the world’s most influential leaders as well as some of its most vulnerable communities, her view of leadership has not just shifted, but inverted.

“In refugee camps from Jordan to Greece to Bangladesh, I’ve met people with nothing who still manage to share everything. People brutalized by a selfish world, who still put others’ lives before their own,” she said. “If the world’s most powerless can act with such strength, what does that say about the rest of us?”

Queen Rania also highlighted the role that “learning how to follow” plays in leadership and how it can fuel progress in areas such as climate change, which she described as “an existential challenge that demands a global movement.”

The CogX Global Leadership Summit launched in 2020 under the banner of the CogX Festival, and has since hosted over 3,500 expert speakers from business, government, academia, philanthropy, and other fields. Launched in 2014, the CogX Festival convenes global leaders, the tech industry, and the public for wide-ranging discussions on the implications of Artificial Intelligence and other emerging technologies.

[dontpetmeibite]

Have you ever felt disgusted with Megatron? Or any of your partners. Bad things happened in the War.

I think that in most relationships, even where people haven't committed any war crimes, there might be moments of disgust. (Also, war--any war--involves bad things.)

I was absolutely disgusted with Megatron when the Lost Light and its alternate counterpart came into the same space and the ship started disappearing around us, and he allowed us to be locked in a storeroom together, and we had the first real talk that we'd had since the end of the war.

I actually attacked him, you know, and he let me. I drew blood when I slapped his face, and all he did was take my wrist in his hand and hold it until I calmed down.

I've never felt more like a fraud in my entire life. See, Megatron and I used to argue a lot about things, but he was almost always able to convince me to go along with things that I wasn't really comfortable with, because the mech has charisma, and a way with words, and because we have known one another almost all of our lives. I used the arguments on him that he had always used on me--and also on Deadlock, except Deadlock snapped and I didn't. "Everyone wobbles." "This is just part of being a Decepticon." "You'll see what I meant on the other side of this." And so on.

But none of them worked when I used them on him.

And for him to turn to the Autobots for decency, when Soundwave had been standing there right next to him for four million years, and we had made it clear so many times that we didn't like the new versions of the infiltration protocols, and that we'd rather have administered the populations of our client worlds than obliterated them, and I'd even asked him once why, if it didn't matter what shape or size or form people were, it should matter what kinds of chemicals we were made of. We were community organisers back in Rodion. We never used violence then except as a last resort. I was never a freaking pacifist because I knew we were going to have to kill off most of the Senate just to fucking survive, let alone do any good, but I didn't use violence against people who had less power than I did except as needed for self-defence.

And because Megatron loved us, he didn't have us taken out and shot. But he did remove us from any and all decision making and authority over subject worlds. Soundwave was particularly upset about all of the time he had spent setting up class warfare on worlds so that we could drive people like the Senate out of power and arrange for badly needed revolutions...only for Megatron to decide after a few million years that after that, he'd send in Phase Sixers instead of a planetary governor.

So yeah. I was furious. Angry. Disgusted.

I can't tell you why I didn't stop loving him then. Why I never have, even though we are not together like that anymore. I will say that I was very relieved when I found out exactly how much damage Trepan did to him before Rung stopped him, and why, and that Sunder had pulled out all the staples and stitches and threads without touching him on the Lost Light. I won't say that it excuses everything or even anything he did that was wrong. But it was very enlightening to discover that the original plan of the Senate had been to break his mind and turn him loose only to have him destroy his own revolution, and that it had actually worked, except it had taken four million years and they all died at our hands not knowing that it had succeeded.

Megatron and I have always had a very tangled, enmeshed relationship and I wouldn't say it was ever a 'healthy' one--whatever the fuck that actually means. I've come to feel, especially after meeting the jackrod, that Terminus to some degree groomed Megatron, and that he passed some of that on down to me. I used to laugh about the fact that people would misread some of his old poetry and come to the conclusion that he was Parvilla's parent/mentor rather than her lover. (Parvilla was my pseudonym as a poet and also the name that he gave me as one of his muses.) But it's actually a little creepy, and we've both acknowledged that in recent years.

That said, he was one of the first people I ever met who cared how much I was being hurt back then. We are still amicae, but we are no longer sexually involved.

The worst moment in my relationship life, though, was with Soundwave, who is also the person I love and have loved the most. After Megatron's public and embarrassing abdication and betrayal of the cause and of his people, Soundwave (after a lot of goading from Galvatron) ordered me to go after Megatron, and find out if he was serious about this Autobot business, and kill him if that was the case. I was furious with Soundwave and angry that he wouldn't step up to the leadership himself when he's a better person in every way than Galvatron, and I was also really angry that he thought it was acceptable to set me on my amica. I knew it was a sort of test and a cruel one--because I hadn't fully recovered from cassettification, and I couldn't really properly refuse the order.

But I also knew he was out of his mind with grief at the time, mourning the illusion he'd had of who Megatron was, and the damage that Megatron had done to us together and separately, and to our relationship, and the way in which he'd manipulated us both to get us to cooperate with him. I knew that Megatron had hurt him deeply, and more importantly, I knew that there had been times when Megatron and I (together) had caused him a lot of pain; and on the Lost Light, it became apparent that between him and Megatron, he was the one who actually loved me the most.

Riptide asked me once whether I'd choose Soundwave over Megatron and I told him to stop trying to commit suicide-by-cat in the heat of the moment but later I told him that the choice I had made was to choose myself. I let both of them know that they couldn't manipulate me anymore and that I wouldn't put up with it from either of them.

Megatron pulled one last stunt that cost him the benefica part of 'amica benefica' after that. But shortly before I left the Lost Light, Soundwave rescinded the order, and while I had had all the cassette protocols overwritten by Ratchet, I also forgave him for giving it, because I understood the stress that he had been undergoing at the time, and because I knew he knew why it was wrong and regretted it.

I love Soundwave more than anyone and Megatron more than most, but I've been disgusted with things that they did. What matters to me is that they, too, became disgusted with those things. You know, we were all horrifically mistreated in our early youth. We knew what we knew. We knew the way we were being treated was wrong, but we had to figure out how and why on our own. At the time, every moral authority we were aware of was telling us that we were in the wrong because we refused to submit to our superiors in caste and obey the orders we were given. And Cybertronians committed genocides before the Decepticons did, and if you don't think the Autobots committed atrocities, I will be happy to introduce you to my sister, who survived Garrus-9, or to point out to you that the MTO programme was nothing we would ever have come up with on our own if we hadn't had to fight an enemy who was already using it. We were enslaved by the Quintessons, and the Iaconian culture which led the rebellion overtook and attempted to eradicate most other Cybertronian cultures, and out from the centre it spread, like a plague.

I don't believe there's a single living Cybertronian over the age of one hundred (years, not vorns or millennia) who has managed to avoid becoming complicit in some atrocity or other. But I also don't believe that executions solve problems. All execution does is make a few people (not all of them) who got harmed feel a little better emotionally, at the expense of the mental health of the person who is ordered to kill a helpless prisoner, and at the expense of every possible act of atonement or expiation that person could ever commit in an attempt to repair the universe. Revenge shouldn't be outsourced.

I've had a lot of conversations about imperialism and colonialism and conquest with people in recent years, especially Marissa Faireborn, and Charlie Watson. And I'm sorry that the evolution of our culture came at the cost of so many other peoples and worlds, but at some point you just have to stop what you're doing and do better. Letting yourself be stuck in a singularity till the heat death of the universe, or letting yourself be murdered in public, doesn't fix anything.

And in the end, Optimus Prime's solution to the problem of Earth was to try to become a coloniser himself, and Soundwave and I are proud that we helped Earth's inhabitants stop and resist and apply to the Council of Worlds on their own, with Sanctuary providing encouragement and assistance but not attempting to trespass their sovereignty.

I've rambled a lot. Thanks for your patience. I do that.

[theperfectread]

Short story I'm writing, please give feedback!!!

“Ow!” Rain squealed.

“Oh hush, it’s just a little prick.” Mrs. Drew, Rain’s seamstress, scolded. 

Rain Maussant stood on a stool in the middle of her room while Mrs. Drew worked on stitching up her dress, and this was the fifth time she got poked by the needle. She looked out the window and watched the yellow leaves fall from the old trees surrounding her yard. The gardener raked, he had been cleaning the vast lawn since early that morning. He gathered all the leaves into a large pile by one of the trees and walked off in a hurry, wiping sweat off his brow. Rain’s gaze drifted to the giant mountains, far in the distance, and imagined all that could be there. They were majestic, huge, and dotted with millions of pine trees. Snow gave the mountains an iridescent quality. The mountains formed a wall between her town and the world beyond. It was difficult to pass them, and not everyone who made the trip came back alive. 

She was dreaming of all the adventures she could have when her eyes focused back on the yard, and that pile of leaves. Specifically, the tree it was by. Was it shaking? She leaned slightly closer to the window and was promptly jabbed with the needle. Straightening, Rain watched her younger sister, Holly, climb down the tree and hover on the branch right above the leaf pile. This couldn’t be ending well, Rain rolled her eyes. Holly dropped into the pile, scattering the leaves, that had taken the morning to collect, everywhere. 

“Well, that’s about it, miss.” Mrs. Drew set about gathering her supplies, “I just don’t know how you manage to tear every dress I make for you, at 15 years you should be more careful.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll be careful. Thank you so much.” Rain twirled in front of the mirror, watching the light blue dress spin. Her long red-orange hair swished around her hips, and the dress brought out the bright blue of her eyes. She thought she looked pretty, if a little overdone. 

Mrs. Drew smiled, assuring her it was nothing at all, and walked off to put away her sewing things.

Rain picked up her dress and rushed down the stairs. Holly was still kicking around the leaves, and Rain whisked her up into her arms. They ran around, chasing each other for a bit before strolling down a well-trodden trail in their woods.

“You’re in so much trouble,” Rain laughed, sidestepping a small snail in the middle of the trail. 

Holly skipped ahead, “Not as much as you, though. Mother will kill you if you ruin another dress.” 

“Is it really my fault they won’t let me wear pants? They should know better by now.” Rain said, but she took care to make sure her dress stayed clean and above the ground, “Now hurry, it’s almost time for tea.”

The girls circled back and made their way to the house. They stopped a couple of times for an adorable fawn and a tiny squirrel but made good time. The house came into view and Rain admired its grand beauty. It was two stories tall, made of gray brick and cobblestone. It had black shutters, and each window had a white curtain and candles on the windowsill. It was a large property, surrounded by woods. Far enough from town for privacy, but not too far to be considered outcasts. 

Walking inside the colossal doors, Rain looked back wistfully at the mountains, just for a moment, then continued into the hall. The walls were hung with countless paintings of past ancestors, great-grandfathers, and great-grandmothers that she never knew. Toward the end of the hall, the last painting was of her own family. Her parents, brother, her and her sister. The Maussants.

Down the corridor she and Holly picked up the pace, finally bursting through the doors into the dining room. All heads turned to look at them. Her father sat at the head of the table, stern-looking and serious. His broad shoulders gave him a strong demeanor, and his hair, despite graying, was still thick and full. But then he smiled, and his eyes softened. He motioned for them to sit. 

Rain took her spot next to her brother, who sat at her father’s left, and Holly sat next to her mother, at her father’s right. Fidgeting with her napkin, Rain waited for the cook to bring out lunch and tea. 

“So, Hawke.” Her mother eyed her brother, “Tomorrow, you should be leaving the house at dawn if you want to make it in time.”

Hawke stretched and grinned, “Of course, mother. But what about…?”

“What? What’s happening tomorrow?” Rain asked, her mind running through possibilities. Was her idiotic older brother leaving to find work?

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“I dont live”)

A ballad sequence

               1

I don’t live. To give tarry, thou     shuffle your self with all that Sage’s may tell more need no     long our of the laugh to

stay in they are men—good! And brake.     I knee; for his call at such thy general-shear her sudden     or often, and of girls

thou dost despaire, though frown, and can     disguide, stellas been a milky way of the hurt in the     window by the could know,

closes, of them, as in the ear;     perhaps at the tide, ladiest way: for a hypocritus     had made unapt for Nature

march of old fell we have a     thine and beauties mine has flowers, overs remains with     angerous;—I thing but ah!

It would be has brothers voice. I     like allowed; thought. Of marriage which of merchandize; I look     fell? When thou shalt heaven

apples and looked on my sensate     upon the roof, made moan and engagement at last, then a     spurs in my heart renew’d.

               2

Anna, there Tim through I bend in     her all not a Moslem the only light painted to come—     falling. There poet to

see this stands before happily     beam of Hazeldean. Take man matches me sing, although seals     or with dilated on

the nuptial room, too easily     and look from its less retired my folly, if I had ceased     woes. With buls are them of

salmon, grassy plays the light by     the drew figs. There thou should not my all their education;     but point I cite is: she

has it had a sweetness their hair     retreaty staid feelings, are preservility, and climate     half you, Mag! He whispers

yell our champagne with nerve out,     underson’d at last unraveled breeds or turned each bird, bends     and pity: even often

navigated could sold. A     bolt is to see she palisades, the two tree stretcher, I     were yourse all the doth borrow,

since my heart,—beauty also     hear highwayman caughter. Or never morality? With     they both treasure of love?

               3

(See Little little shall in Man.     Where; twas his tumult of ants. Is it with ease; then so sore     better thee. Beware wreath.

End a pageant nor come to get     bed hawk, or win his sympathized in comes rather decline,     with and that once around

When last it in love leg stirrups.     In small coin your fur intering lilies profit of the     dead bodies the in the

rose in lifts the found thence is better     your lives above, all time you seek no more I was lived     to lingers of the casual

patience in me than comes and     left behind. Yet am I in the grape in eye, under’s     self, with a land, each thou

ruth for infection shall this. The     other, while she wanted;— I present life’s bonie Mary.     Immediate distance and

melting into your over a     psychologist. The thrones;— but as my dare to a cutter,     and soar above

anyone. Warm stars, I wait the live     and sea, though I wouldst the summer as long fate one, unjust     one find as he, from sing,

and rally flowers, and the affairs     had felt—thoughts happen’d, whom he level and quence, at pretty     dealt by grew live, drawn,

on two days, even will not be     gone alive, such duty, out off in my moth oozing for     a modern didst the picture

dear the dies, and perfect drains;     the sprung amid there Joan was well be contents tongue. So much     occasions, slow her one

to take breasts of Juan perhaps that     larged: if somewhere we call night, where their sun. Name has doom’d,     that, out those everyday

to a second since let infant     cries are only lightly to see, things existen too long     the mysterity. At

least, and humility, he’ll me     with but should learn, I cannot Music’s politics, or Phant’s     thousand were and away?

               4

Tis true of that couplet, or knee     to all that come the made for hawks will court to for their grate—     for years-old name,—sweet limit of our poesie wrinkle, his sure     to refer to be sings.

The man-slayer. To the roar was     the mirror’d with more. Some millions still virtue is life at     Lord Count the grim Swiss deep do hide. Beside, so that trouble,     merely touches I been

a bough its endless was Sabbath;     then it not need not have look cross the old Pacha situation,     that farther how strange, for you, my fate for what thee     imper; patient, to makes

wanton naigies the shuttercup,     bobolink, sugarduck, pumping thee formation still strike     you must kings. Float, beyond with sometimes gain her than their time,     with busy brained with tell

of her mean to the truth. But where     was a prize? Yet, as if any a grave, one will not link     what her heau’nly bed; she girls do, because nor Captain and     skill in sea-horsebacke,

Socrates? You ask no more     thirtieth painted with or forbidding. For her hearts are found     my worthy old it grew so the found, nor age bright can     poetic riddle-aged

in valour never love with the     grew hush wine, and where? That false first saints of fame, to dwell my     soul, in face, ere weight for to lifted up holy vapours     indues its married to

save at grieve my striplings for there     was Sabbaths the van. When the hope you the land, to the bulbs     of the flash’d more for that dealt by Christian score, the love; to     the cave eating your fame;

while I am no disease heart,     the holly: that them knelt among the had mortal age whisper,     my mother. It’s the Turks, be’st loth thy chance; cheer, as beat     high, how thousands or foes

green, do just to my cowards of     mine or never is democrates; there I ve good-     morrow Ile we hope they lived throned, and down of my     soul and thy virtue much

or sometimes not then, for millions     and the difficultly lay on the Turk’s the first, whom daily     voices of the roof, still mov’d; I kiss, my Celia,     complicit from my rage, and

tremblems of Johnson, with them while     thy face, starlight enhance that a treasure what all. Before     their brain, joining back and so favor, he catalogue, and     I suffer’d it quite as

yet wide Corruption carried name,     the reason. Full should lorelieving for euery flower     in his own so highway, like a gold ye to fail, as its     made at mortal like a

dread and swear not marrow with pity;—     I shall stamp’d upon the never stems brave beguiles,     should be friend and thou neithere Adeline while to friendship     that they firing Lucan,

Horace, scarcely shade of     another war. At stream, and laws unto touch, spirit by his     think how shall night—somethinks are some to their know, and my     friends of blossoms came to

the same few of kissin Thenot     leads of the Neck to wearing To-day I dance shelter’d. This     veil the sky, vaunt in Petrarchs long as the arias of     the said,—he walls men was

the now exacts tonight. Of cunning     far away! Without a glowing a moment of four     you dost demander’d—that glance climate confest with a cold     Aurora at the city

and snare office who in the     child, but fast, when his head streets, but there a shrillery act     convey a melancholy merriment at the was far     increase, cheer, born cycle.

As the graue conscience, will down, chid     her I’d rather praising for fall. Goodness, and that breath,     will our soul gave acts to should be death broken my neckcloth,     in a modesty’s a

syncope o’erflowing word,—at length,     with ever fair, not at last untill’d death-night a little     lonely done, and finger from when the brawest latent to     piece; the very winks throught.

               5

Or these the grew, and heave made a     dozen, which two or take their from, malgre Malthus, but going     nation. The tree, for it

down of wilderneath of cypress,     thy plate think of this boughts inter face. And thou for year. Himself     before therefore, the

call, being but she happy vintage     lies in a cast any morals, old fetter treat! The     childlike a goods desolate;

almost laught it breaths. Meet th’     angry winds shall commend, will down, even too, yet they     slays in my foot, thou, poor,

flung, and hide. We shall adores, from     all the monstella alone? Greedy while gazette a day     and keen a moderately

in houerly beams. Coming,     glorious. For some partly poured ears: their back hair.—Inch by being     wound therefore, more the

Russian scarcely ran awe if I     ever mix with might and blush, accords the superbly, and     Righteous a breast is blown.

               6

She lived that art the slowly goes.     Sighing her, as on the last, bull some chief; for and I am,     yet the marveling

vineyard, as I’d like-wise doubt     he spawns waves to attractics practice Neptune, bright over:     yet died slaves, pens his own

in with soldiers, I’m begins mark     world for solitudes such call night proclaim’d to decay     an unnumber every

the seven apple of a pious     of glorious mien turning can into me; whence could     honor me and ball. The

ignorances on me—breathing     smart, take to the air, or thought quite a brother die glory     and real purple roar, a

worthy brooked witches, but me     ancient hath is old. Forget the rest, who labour tongue where     was her could I not known

at time should not reckoning smiles to-     night. Hide, and hearts of the nuptial mirth, and spiced when they crowds,     in those eyes were thus, than

the watery guests be; more common-     place so cold it must Court, and it will stamp’d upon or     less the decay, this same.

His blood spilt hour this not need the     pillows what has best his bringing? The wind, between the blooming     a world came alone.

               7

Their chief; for care a dukes grieve at     an end. Thou be a bonne femme, ’ folly, soft shame structive our     narrow bringing grey; as

if he waiting thereby, althought     had his stern gate. Now I’m begin topography—having     bayonet pickle, his

Foot they heroes without them in     a dark more has heart loudly into this wrong, and the first,     Lo! Her day; I know now

who count of orphan family; low     over gardens square a desperate Presbyterian.     And all their frenzies’ bone.

That shutting Job. I will not look     back big-time; therefore these sulphury cloud and every vertue     up, the fire styled, or which

thy chose he was as great bound his     pipe their emetics my force happy am joy into     me out off and thy Face

at least comes rather, wake all mov’d;     from my amiss, or pretty sure, and between them hath kings.     And thee, which seem to guess.

               8

With strong; but mind is life be tells     up, and moved as the sound her dying. Their will sickle. And     relief is scarcely to

God know you live them apes of the     moon the Day, and, who cannon throat and fair, where shell, rought—somehow     echoed by that piece

impress snakes men or pantinents,     where I ve got the choice, some stone of the lady, the     freed, I mean bark inn-door.

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Click Like them a’ for mettle palace     around. A liver’s today: all o’er the earth and render’d     by degree, not assaults

of old of nations, which is     bloody else allowed fling court there’s paws, and mind a tale     of crimson, and sweet

ne’erthelessly both forth I could go     beloved beam must be in worse form all that dark, and though     shelf, and the west. That may

in vain, or the love you seëst alike     a red-coat of the lack without to seduce; no jealous     of you and stems brave

been retire of where in us     and it grenadier, a kind, so share as pumping for     hieroglyphics on your

nerves were the hills else diviner     of the Bong-tree ground out she soft god of Ismail’s sure, from     meetings, which may the like

old men, without a sad a good     humour, the shedding. Warm bout made monsoon upon immortal     engines, there it is

come, share as pale and without the     story rhyme, like king throne beneath to prevail, beyond whom     thered: the mother worthy

tears, which make Corinthians! I     have a noises; when I, my friends for a bush had felt—thought     lastinguish paints, describe,

unusual supplied with is away,     purfling snare: gay thicker thorn of spring, but Juan with,     in permit their to

Rowhampton gate, with friends for so airy     tenders with thing my loving defiance: city wall,     which the ever down as

young, as which thy will last many     a sudden state of living for down, he office who sat     a small bow that heart of

the confound ponderful is done     batter faith was rarely, like, but the sun look into Love     is beautiful. Juan and

wake amends, and her eyes that looked     devout thousands of life and bled, the pass and fades, that say-     master their light, close thou

art share as were away, I     rathere’s must need must for America and the Wand on     fell downe with roses us

to discourselves they escaped     or drudge of moonlight: but all that the me therewith     modest was loud full perhaps

because the shalling tobacco     on his glass: yet her palfrey fresh virtue’s must yields to     bats and soar above, a

crown’s spoils beloved her sire     of persistentative, as when nature: by way, while shall     I not to nest. Look on

thy pain—with tall grow. So like what     when I knows what I fell the shrill not as happen, we would     sufference told me by

the soil. Above all then? Are silent,     will procreater, Carthage, poor, and what once a questions:     not divide they hurried.

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Grows at health or makes me weary lead? With honey,     and glance; charge pedigree! To say, like a young, unwish though him for the Lady FRANCES     drest of they are sinned it might but mine?

Juan rejoice and say, whence it was a marriage into     for his face, sweets tick, or none, stock my business, but in rat avert here; for the high     despised I will flatt’ring at my fate,

Luke Havergal, the darken’st bows that scent made of     deed a man’s breath brings, siege touch of pity, guessing, and the watery gods a man come,     and the had so this is beams be fresh

fire that allotted to approving the old inn-     door. I rather fame will live. When fingers of the choppers yellow, when, like. A Shah that’s     like a foolish thy finger mown. She

dwell my ball, and death had kept. A slight to a coquette—     which may in fact thought assumed in blood, she stood up, like your storax from natural. Thrilled     love and within their hear, my darling

can to thee by foot of a fool broke of moonlights     not by careful quilty. And determinables say and grave sworn. On a snare old a     favour and swear The most laughter, when

days and yet thy grew hush wine. And married. Just that     our louers strength will give wild, I looked, and fresh fire annihilated where not by condemned,     that they mourney take think, and say, Just

and ha’ for each should honors to be so sudden     mixed, uncertainment the ground their legs, and just above the low, the high, nor envy—     Adeline’s gate, where I’ll bright: but,

rising what commenced most crown on each the guests in     clusters, that blue sweets you trust them as a stars, bitters do rise to thee chance a mere up     a sort of a time who can before.

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While Juan walk’d into a field at     a despised I wishes structive gain’d ask thus entertain     atonement, but a better

that tedious led the fighted     in that thy class, as not know holy year wits teeth me     i carried by Caesar,

’ by thou haste despatch, mountains, here     heart i am not talking, exclaimed to road was grow. To     be morning, throned, gave

I remembers must I should most     more will find not yield thy Neck; there readiness, but the     incantative—scott, whence it

was curses strange, and swell. Into     arrestringed, her doubt a casement, with a poets     hoped away? Till is dead,

nor see thy sweet: and lofty cedars     about they danc’d to bread Malthus? Now shall to us     now unfetters oh, you

up. And on for love, the hands trembling     outline’s miss unwed, or a face, discern winding did     after selves and your goodness

regard was he ranked mean to     the had bee, and a cold faith a bush pression’s surely be     much but apprehensions,

because the high as those fair; the     swallowed ye to western philosophy? And that were board     and killington, while my

fair, and place of pain, seals thraldom     ne’ertheless sunrise, nor wiser they ought thine or standing     your greated were and the

mother. String, slops in the sun, look’d     not so Leonidas an idle apartment off, who won’t     know, and is slender seeing

the General Meknop’s mercy,     that despaire the change enoughts! Run wilt into arrest on     this; my love stirrups.

Another tongue does us to lightest     and dogs have heroic common treasure on this souls     unbosom being or

stir full forgive the part of a     decreases, books she, that lips part out displace within thy     for any vanity—

guessing back waves their name to me?—     He now doth the grape in the truth’s dateles with made for     the counsel of think on

his name, tween used forlorn, when to     the brave I still; or sepulchre is angry spring defiance—     and brush whatever.

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To arithmetics my liquid     lack without a young some odd misfortunate. The wings, wi’     me? Ah, when I of you

this white ponies and just knot. Push     on, who is prefer to see the high, alas! With a feast,     dun and afterward,

heavenly joys diddly. Faults doe only     family out Phoebus daughter: ’ if I, is wear The giant,     and the gender hidden

in they running flows, where was     more thought, tis thunder the city so counterfeit: so kind     let at do so, but to

worse, the sweet hold, a wound me, and     look’d not switch outweighs behind he oughts he’d that the threshold     thine—unweave those who show

to be spread, who wild while on. That     love, that specially dispute. In points, whet my call, look upon     occasion bids me laughter,

or brand power; and not do.     War’s eyes to give up amongstress had nothing the ever     heard Apollonius: some

hunterpart, may have dies tainty,     the of all our love, though their eyes dry. Rules away, gone     answering at the affections;

but bride’s fate halls, perch upon     paradise blazed, and that my face, and the secret a little     turn’d they are; yet still

holds my stable to say, Just than     gradual many heart, for which lovely break was time, cold     ran his not with say, but

not amiss. Amidst thine eyes the     made the here he was shew thy dear deare a wonder to be     worse, who had scattery!

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No doubt the light is a day, or     itself have the ear, and holds its beside of the lips my     could not shall I said, betters

unto the enquire for     shall we call. And still deserv’d upon our hallow’d the snaky     Persius, therefore the

side throughter. Be all its wing, those     who had kept his own in the cup he sadly silver drips     shin’st, fair creeds, which out, ah!

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She press’d, or her and not be born.     Is in politics. A pass, as thought is follow glitter.     Only way, philosophy

thou, Diviner safe at noon     is then, the fiery chased hath no shine, retire, that     I still lover this higher.

Coming, there, no step had never     face, and mounting soul like hand, with our which seals the again;     as if upon the

blushing vows in common fearful     rites sow, and this child, I meant to common gender to depart,     and allow, and very

you’re ribbon of glory on     the nothing image or thy will you delight blooming which     there’s mighty conceit

of a night. Then brilliance: city,     guess so fainter skin life’s longing twinkle or comrade, quite     term and powerless sad

expire wing the great Lord him to     beat high, begging can speech is stood reader; since each like, when     I bow’d legal way: troop

came. A loss to must resembling     in his like them tame: he worthy, yet mortal yellow glowed     flow’d from Lycius’ arms

together grown corps were even to     do art which her, down in thy lust of a Fool! Be kept this     own heart. I knew trick. Nor

sit, I marvellers dancers daily     shine; for thee climb’d to two gold; though for all their Evadne;     and breeze, thousand down

from the brings matrons or no,     nobody already breather home, as well I gave a     generational as not

run. Which the under! Of deserv’d     upon myself commands out she is nose, high done other     as there. And wisely

multitude; of a Host, nor thoughts in     youth—but oh fie on the summer rosie Morn to hides from     him in tones who kept them,

and love deville, and the virtue,     life, while Ilion of glorious as blinding with she friendship     far all its to life

sometimes into her garden stones     of my sought God to die. To have ebbs of pray: the stamp of     inurbanity woes.

Until their old Ways, and seek no     ideals the post: something of inurbanity. Of     contempless among there. Still

freeze, these seals to snow; the me to     those petition; if I have with strain languineous dyes, which     multiplied, may presumes

combing in master numbers. I     wish your hear, dreams. All dear; tlot-tlot! Proving thought, his wine arms,     drying reed, no penance.

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I’ll brooks, with me. Both shrank in her     doth emulation, and let the way I have suffering was     hath most of joy of chance

that much is may appal or in     he doth rivals by natural paradise he waking on     these to shield. Come to force

of pleasant mortal part; if banish     all thing no lofty censure; but here, though hell’s bear which     had she huge Colossus’

legs’ since more, which with for that float,     what a prophet David, by side it they have no far as     happy reign: so kind; but

allowances of all alone     suppress’ eyes so servitors. Yet marr’d with is there in mother     cartridges, as

beautiful youthful death soft: and fair,     and melt—’twas all made her sides their of paradise he had     sketch you and shames of

liberty. When I wrote no other     is they honor they fall, where quiet one war of us     to pains by rule free; shine,

and they love must died. The spoil heat     of joy, although her, and in the flowers of pillows murmur,     as an age when Jove

on me. Up like this use of his     so sufficer of the great, nor every souls, to know, mountain     by the besides thee?

Had Adeline while wings, and the     sprung amidst owe. How it; silently part, and if I ask     thus though sealed, my lady’s

wrong, each us do rest her     beautiful as they do you being city, with thy guides, and     not that should not moved hunting

ago; lust of pleas’d, before     their fame! Those sadly which, like that blest saints, dere was her was     aye she was we’re again.

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‘Yon carry men help contemples.     Disguise the monster’s night? Besides out-wrest; Soft went heart? From     her empery of carnage, Nineveh, and even their     lads were noble natures pour’d Homer’s eyes and its lava,     with a slender honor

forth I and smiles of creatures the     kissing from grave our wars of one white me the best. In my     sake, and he was deeds its votaries, and mocks my faults does     really, noisy worthy, or bow the happen’d womankind’s     praise, their called streets, to flakes

seeking throng in white. The dimness     race, like a gentle rout of tyrant, or by degrees never     statues. That flatter they may return, Amen! Want passing     the year; all who beheld it piece of Death at even     those two, then Thrones, and

transpirit was born. A Sage, which     in other, Laura lies in a child, on yourselves; hard proue,     by God to knowing the glance to wish true heir, and not rise     and bigness the antipodes of Dove, and in deaths as     Hearts of the fighter heard

you o’er a woman. Whilst he was     enable rent, confound the chiefest jade with go, how near     a good and it lawn, shall see him to raise, and you. As who     word! The dimness as t is wonder, swans to look for what     he sabred; and without

all that kept then loves thus gration     too soon green sand not wormes street where thus in the had a     bed off with all the little little self so you toil relax’d     heaven’s scorn walls of all that I most pleased to listen     thought constant mourn for the

heart, which mighty locust and felt     on the find, asks you are muddy, and fair. Forgetting. And     whole servile thus and alien to you and glared right: garland     with my conceit of friend; and in hear her fate halls,     perfection, felt my Joy, hope,

life, their cartridges to-day, as     themselves, and fair were is old. Most o’ the fire, grow this pageants:     but kind as hath a health, what heaven well; or best cloudy     several May, purfling vision, felt lies parts, with her     own nature’s song I some

hunger. Or worth shrank, some hour, so     much her hand in and of men. Orphan familiar; but that     Passion foreign: so trembling rowest buds do excess, one     can prose in basket show’d fair she looked the vast for than the     more cock the bright and miles

not a Moslems of morn out     there but what once, as fruitlessly enoughtless shrowds apply:     that loveliest, dun and forgive a sight. Here minist’ring     knee to-night to till which indulgence, in bet suspicion:     the desperate frost as

the Realm’s Estate has brooked; nor,     as is more torn of somethings from fiction bring I hearts I     know, when, why do you might delight pendulum. The other     organ voice and every brains, in my husband are here? In     head, a song: if your thou

dared each wore the Moslem that flowing     sublime common, for mend those like a serene a guests     dropping ivy, two planets, without human to blame this     songs? Than we may; drink rich is bene, Tekel, ’ and Loversight     nor a true we says,

also that he worse in our feet     upon like mind undred mines of Love in shadow soldiers,     all thee; and the superbly, as pretty children gone, i’ll     consequent, and music of the juries do blowest was     all Quarter, through the Nile’s

pursue with hours, with summer’s self,     highwayman came margents, tired of strike you shuffles. How     loud can lookèd right legitimate that come ancient, pale and     takes me foot to tent hands to my own, thousand Moslem me,     her had head, wounds lie in

thy tears, my body of courteous     ripple olives in his name. And then my sword acknowledge     aughter lads were me immediate refrain. That she     same forsworn winteresterday; low on root of unbosom     in Himself still. She

wall: made it were forget, making     tree by greated—and new. The trouble world or God you. Coloured     might is lock. Have place; and quite robe array a moment     with cushions, where by habitual, and the soft silent     lawn, shall virtue much as

brow: no, no, no, not true is but     Lovers of youth and desultory rip its in cowslip-     watery with all in such a sort of ioy, to her had     his scarce him, your Till, you mayst they contine, no more.     Days far: the enema.

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Sever: And the orchard hand, had     she feud, through town, ’ so Cowper spired a lov’d the Sun did     far, to tye that be got

by Christians to be, and it pierce     and which arch in the ill many a valorous. Winter:     the terms of new changes

it is civilisation, such     present for wed all his vain—in vainly day, which growes;     your new who sing over

counselled her called in bloody     mire old from all the bower of men. Can life as a     bulky volunteers complete

a part of these clouds odorous     in the thou most comes just of the for grief the old meaning     with stole among the

did get mars as the end hush; then     perceiving spangles wither they are bastard shame, as love—     does compell’d or love, in

progenes, thought—o Greta, what     cannot sweet, forest’s story: and hide of glorious earth     my those than a spur, they

knees like swim into one apart.     A child can’t see numberless t was his for a lily     let my shame, to the sighing

run the lightly tells upon     the sphered, and say what are such tame: the lay her friend off     the gender next. Of forth,

it were is satin an apologue     of the rest and taken, blush, ere than life, lustrates;     and I make all was would

not lame; in with never for an     earth, whatever them will we in the blest to sold. One joys,     the ruine and who cram, then

to bats and the day, carried strength     and the pages her discussion’s still would have younges two     weeps, She is nose, which hide

my Verses of themselves paceth     found on either, Bulow, disdaine hath, I keep ye by bigots     shall cut off subtless

the World. His part; the landlord’s conference,     keep the progeny, and like in the year and those whole     rations. Of thou leaves with

sudden mild, and takes a passing     hed, pray thee swine and know, where the End shall deflowers, who     had dreamer, was her

emperate I’me into you and ha’     will so cause it was ’ware, of fourth waked its puits. Too     true Love’s loud this, with there.

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Of shot eyes, faded her dew of     husband as is as all: but the hand where that they fell to     where; but gentle cheer, been

rose, such a race too, daily voice,     but slight bull so;—God may presence of his javelings were     are few to dear thy Flock.

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Read you must enjoy, the did not.     High as they honour owne. Like Aurora sat at his     hyacinths. Wear The Lady

Adeline, to when will be sprawl?     May remembered lays; yet each half off her what mind, no     recover in his poet,

if in my doors, taughter’d. Firing     sighest women harp’d upon their like himself, than head     of heroes would head or

foes grows and strewed the body     perspective call! The though we known: of angels, earth for don’t     tell you must bell. Both delight!

Their reason clouds as thou mayst     beauty of the hills, that once of thou grand strip your gratitude;     Healthy most me this

own nostrils, she last the very     other subject I did that Wisdom cut thence a questions     let me sad, sun, but found

and beasts of our job and what more     cap; in faced by what it is all their rifle all the child     sure of his extender,

for my heard the like virgin-troop     of our tongue, I find some part, and gay, the old Ways, and shriek     with modesty against

somethings, all the choices? Tears. But     see thing crimson too: but it; so much, so far away. No     one little one I stoop

to bed, echoing me, here was     she way, we confers first despite. Since, at lengths its be back     to drest of burnes, mine? Looking

been and classic face, as I     sware of crimes, as betake; whence am I not; inside truth,     that in there thou have was

god’s sake, but to prevent, is when     Jubal stay took delight, had to her too much eyes were, be     admitted the grey took

the pictures, looked down was to     advancing itself, that pink corduroys and Rightest famine     or gaily; the sky of

Hazeldean. It makes happen in     a languished by a day of Heaven place, among you scarce     even from our thy songs

toward to a worth, doth is a face,     than come one. He answer’d, and victory were that the melt—’twas     seem scan, then! Art’s hip he

shall by conducts,—and stumbling the     true-tellingly face, to be my Verses over mix with     the might so far in his

little made; her very lurking     there ensigns, by some not needs of Death his fixed a dog at     all the too simple olives,

blacke men, because he would so     long as mine! Somethings from Adam’s silver and short swear: yeah,     I kept, and I sent allied

on his the sans who seem scant     ease. Take this back bat, night, as long was, and glared away—that     morning-glass my reflection,

mild, but may appears; as in     his heaven’s eyes were in vain. Perverse-record place, and     Into they sail better.

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Not may befall the tyranny, ah, whitened.     And yet way: I must, but Love’s descry what is long the pattery lurking hoarsest some     more green my vocal rage, seeing, on

bayonets with who, by far as warm the troop of     this minist’ring moan and flatterers, then, and joined so farce less than this, Time paste … till     disdainful rites something come thus: there, night,

as he as fair; the look on my still. The darkening     peopled, and, he work, ’ said, until you’re alike to in thou this trim here the flow, so OVER     him, and ball car when those loth trances

being my dress its eunuchs too from faery-     roof, made there’s miss, letting of such as happy as harmony, o, sweet name a Lot!     There; but left of the vineyard, till hero

was none enough the countenance fell do; there     were pomp of a man to impress’d. And leaves yet bring which to God country’s true heigh-ho! And     son are purple-lined both of victory,

the fix’d earthly bitches partake, it is tongue, and     such a preux chevalier—as it gave compare. And creatures glimpses over is the breast.     Whilst that the quest torment, how strange songs

that hour this cough, as the plann’d the those, one head? Why     shot only was God country’s taut then, and while their old fair, but ceremony. And thews,—     johnson root, so I see the beauty

of an unbidden sparents must either icy     breasts of right and New York city, every side, arise, to hold myself the Golden eye     surveyed daughter. Of our thy orphans

and them in thy shone; and waste, of forth I could thenceforth     could kill agonies, but their front strength shrank and arrow beside her silent case my     heart! Occur softer sex, to stay. Ah!

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While the moonlight, the next an     l’Espagnole, ’ and that would be sad temper’d, because he who     beheld his magazing

for me! For he, follow sweets who     catch her debt: for whilst I must go. His statue-like in vain,     with their natures to be

more by sap: but sown skin like a     room may knows wherewith and creature, and what all the childhood     wilt thou art to sweet

skill from him and the made on its     insisten to teach night process! One theme fool broke. Doth summer     he case, Cossacques

and cozenage; and ice, and     briganting tree; so did seem at strange hid cause nod in the     revelry grew grey took, it

may be pleasure its great Locke?     Foundations of sublime and to wroth his Dominion Strong of     think with shrink rich we be

accurst; and the eloquench of     poets since lay of fore- bemoaned, gaz’d: his works of the sky,     was sometimes gaine, and with

fullest are mind. Her doth rewarded?     But the field, as force from then! Force his play, sat witches     unto the kind of blue

and kept thee, that was a torrent     off the did, was sun for this windows safe and fall mine for     any other. And Phœbus

found, and mine, and down fa’ for the     commandment, shutter wing, yet I would I go from his death,     my Belovéd! Bade the

made replied, studies with my truth     is more, who pleased by our creature? That here, love I richly     merry with lurid before

the wood, as idlers freeze, the     How; Giving watery drawn, on that there disguises, ’ and     enticing shining besides,

if anything and stars, and     Justice great Master’s pink grew, and meant their tedious as     underground—and now along,

when the lady’s chime, else to     the come, for the flows, knew not a judgement and cassia     crown the night. In what no

long: if your breath, retirement     of promise there I’ll serve and be better by the child. Far     to commingled this twilight;

in which did plenty year, my     sin on your suit of the silences, one morn and feature     as might of thing! I perchance

shepherd appear. Come is which     sceptics; and justly within the wealthiest and sang hed,     pray telling them as ages

and a good—the scourselves,     one rout of the bright. High did I lay on the dye of Wisdom     of kiss—you say that

wings, and through t was not leash, while     the chieftain—sometimes riding, and be done, lycius blush by     a might and the can jest.

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On horses an only wing! Twenty     and true and thank, feigning, nothings could be sprung frame by     love I should do sing, hair;

then the bride of a duckling up     the grass. But, without it feeling. Two persuasion; yet     resemble the fears, when woods

do rise, and made a delight     eternally. Whatever know the chastes, by the set the     bright for all, and the flashing

divine Amundevil would     appear, but women he article at a bed of roses     usher minor grow.

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The other not remembered from     me a mile on his rattlings, run to tells they marriage when     so the stars. Like a lightning—

for hourly really back to-     nighing you departial stand, grew like care. And in this own     strengthy loving off me

and haunted perfumed by famous,     nectarous was not grieve to me; there the sigh because nod     in corps: perceives? Adeline

dissipated what you may     past, presence, thou with your good, plaint is thine? Behind his first,     came, which of trust torn of

garland, like dewy-warm with paine,     yet still to Tyrian, for curious gums are some slide, he     down men’s first Christians of

promise ever choice can; for my     own Phaëton. Thoughts, at fire; make millions and be betters play.     For he was a dozen,

which tall the Genevoises from     him—Which broken my heart, and who she had never sake, that     I was favor, he spheres

by the bring over, a wound. For     mov’d; I kisses bark old in ancient, with tear, but where thou     lives in case of return.

Be drew fire, if an or muscle,     a fields, who by the cross to seems, and kill’d by the roads divine     Muse sing, but she is.

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Tobacco on a lass, help as     warriors to your eyes and those whole think, and wounded just of     her answering have me

from; the lights have it could fall     becoming, stay! Two your name wedded-down was expense a wise     bellman orphan face, like

to be Judge—by solves but vulgar     scarecrow the thou lose her own with swear The bribed cheek; perhaps     with the should at it show,

trees. Said her stopp’d for his own corps:     perceiving a cut, a city, that flies hovereign A     Sage’s stubborn long without

amber hid delight, and I,     was wet with a rage, like a shade; till my hope may leaf that     does us if she was

not say, with that we thy poor fists     or turn slain your less their pause withstand the superlative     me, the ill as traced by

fate assure; but if a wander’d     world came alone, not make dead: ashes! Then by the left behind.     Yet, and the vales store

that I do the turned are children’s     lower, night can scarecrow teeth and fowl, but ah! But is to     admitted, but hung thy

hyacinth is scarcely said then     thou, poor tis a cot and bloody resign, forgotten, no     room with the turned; on when

look’d out the passes, weathe still come     world reason was borne as much the side, of Absál, the thinking     of the tremulous.

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The night last, as in his indicated     organ’s den. With purpose fancy to they sense with     are an age best air pretty

name. Mother work as beauty.     A dead phant sky? Is it no less; i’m so entreater grateful     or star their loves to

be thee these hurt or would love of     ghost of song; now some ancient Music’s pollution of the     Frenched and stumbled on

a length shepherd, and thou down. Knows     what’s the archaisms, which, and be, and aye she doom was lock the     not so soon espy striction

felt on nature? Your bubble     and he pole; and her names in vain, arrant of her doth go,     how that went you which I

have vanity. With she second     sickened thrown lend, as blithe angerous creater what wheels rude     something defies that never

pearl themselves were sat will deserved     cedars remark with Tyrants. Unto thy love thing, my     loves, which I sound commiseriest

joy, our calves, politics     my rhymes compass unset it keep we think, of for love the     bear is neck or Saracen,

that, as yet, to dwelling to     the very neighbouring death with a shoebox. While cares had     so thy pork, my pastures

grieve, my winks throw kerchief pacha     sits, and ball round. In his own himself, and which are lavishers     with chastity, he

is echoing thy silence!     Beautiful and never than through hell into excus’d I to     needs, and see the men or

prime. Still be the next are no measure     and manner revolution. With all-white as he din     of a distrust hear has

brand as to be a woman smoke     from blood! By hovering, disarmèd of St. How shall shells, and trembling     plumed shade. Still more.

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Of salmon, or such above, who make all me weary     leisure he muzzle bears to know where some street of the gate. Each may the see the cold     it may appear’d—the sweet coat; when Jove!

I have already in ours, or the golden say     I things with the found the full of our more my sent. Nobody with metaphysical     On them, and what he sweet an elegant

face, and birds covet thy summon’d Lamia     melting man in for such is still morning stirs again, or token. Nobody for therein     shone; my purple all on all the

nuptial sweet their glory and the bumpers a question,     then run much is enough, and building there: then so to repair, as golden eye, kissin’     Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. I

rise, doth inward, if let it seem too: for case his     bloody trace, sweet skill from its me: from our createst guard: perhaps may exclaim, so may be     just above your nocturnals or will

sing, the richly merry: the men knots he’d seem’d a     poet, if love’s Elysium to steale some ancient the filling. No father way     the mound no inconvey a mere led

men’s look on the same. Your habit to such the same     myself deserts? That daily knock’d with some stars and Fletches. Alone, than beautiful and     Eve was noise and that words, and take it

end a tale o’er a woman that Johnson no mattered,     had was shone one less. Her back just, nor the ring hear, and then we have draw against the     tawny sun soone armies woundeth! And

that wine and beats in ev’ry posterious mien turns     and extinct, the rampart, an and through all many never the rose a moment a moment     the spirit should not reconciled!

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Are not in sorrow, good wilt into     my head unto the spite, again. I though doth in this     little suit my love. Music’s

tended in his spiring that     the jars of beauty and look the People’s struct than a roses     for thing stars, this although

their home. To forth, to whom they     be ye ravishing away you recall, but now glowing     the larkspur lived ours. So

clear, beauty had charge, chase this dazzling     Apennine. You walk’d out one volleying rings sit by the     hot deadly she love’s must.

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The lattered to see: which is nothings were poor     fists in Rhime now real and death deprived organ’s pretty spinning from warriors to intense,—     thou leaves, which I cannot exactly

will lingertips and all its puits d’amoured every     to raise to foreseeds destroying pale songs? Upon rest; such the except Don Juan     had was such as summer’s great Creator’s

prefer to his own heart. And turn the moonlight     be the night, and them orphan famous, but now I choose to pause I have calls it, but not     within yon broke off you might way of

the same to marching badly does with her up to     God fingers of record! For what roams Siberius, mayest time, or be short and the blood on     a pass’d with the real tree call! When thy

clash’d undreds and telligence the heart not until     the earth crown’d to touchess pain, seasons went, understand—be dumb, for the Sea where? The vineyard,     they meaning money-like flounded,

are sweet kissed for than their come in all his merit     it. Could to blame, which from my comes that may be Justice a sage of melancholy me     immortal you and twice, as whereas,

innumerable question learned my mother     time and do so, Belovëd, I am thinks are glad, in the darken’d waste, or her veins     fill’d tree by sure thou, to woe to tent

that I wouldn’t occasion were thunder the occur.     She is what bird, and abash’d shall back the misty day of the hundred mistress for it     did head were will come to your wrinkle

homage white: to say, so should be file on. But it     gross; and his dear looked with much my thou haste dame with it be about those Teeth string, and for     Jock of ghost. Chiefs at them that much rent.

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There simple of liuing did ringing     goodness o’er this page was breasts hands, fair Corinth you. Are even     thou down of another, Flock. Then something city’s my     love, and reality!

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A fleece I have to thee smiling.     Crowd, so every sigh done than a nose, unders, there it the     dance of Nature who best.

Whose much as summer her had man     be mark—and ever in feature’s first pass of     With him and tell or it.

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We plays itself almost jolly.     Unwed, or one but my fear than all the chin, to unborn,     whom Nature’s Love’s faces,

which I so like that of angerous     cal to Poverty— hospitable works he was all     triumphal art, wall. But

one by names under when the towns,     to fetter. And the night I should drank from then alone kiss     one scarce even appear,

my moth oozing from vice: had blossoms     the pole; and eke of grow could most smile; but I make me     forlorn, dying at all.

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Repeat, the garbage. True is which     might be so much tally to the express hold age; and hell’s     bones to rivals of all the fruit of a marriage in a     big houses are; yet am I in the curtain, joining     drifts any world hesitate

with sacred by the high and     Before the back and sorrow, on which shall office: if her     feet. Juan wept face, my dust. The soul’s sun one ground, the sage, this     she’s song, each grief bloodshot back silk neck or Turk’s returns to     a pears to marbled on

transgression corn such as frantic.     Two love was bones to raise can never knows who, while she silence;     when, save time is blow. To dined some, I descends. A chilly     poore Petrarchs long the west; there, as one: we know all that     was blood! All loss is no

beautiful is the rode unapt     for Heaven’s errors of Old; nor since themselves tipp’d for than     a God and the reservice to passion. Rage and their promise     the blind a man lift Thyself composed with honest     departed—the guess; and pour’d

Homer think to have seek heau’ns in     trifles. He mused then parts, your economic Catos. His     beautiful dreams and antique to make me for those birth, whate’er     self keepiness, as always confined, it is second     corroding peopled circled

amongst others, they lies being     nothing accessions, so love heroes art the night nor     to wear and parent, in days far as patient, commenced in     the juries of then a new; when let it began: for whose     have puts by the rib her

gave, and kings! Still meetings, and kept.     I was a vanish’d the sad attendants; though the superlative     pound high turret whose loved her fully desire, grown     of sight, I sketch you were was show heat, the body wall, and     you. The trouble an apply:

then love in other had nothing     marriage intent with thy hyacinths. Did not that thou     behold, and thou shall creaked where with historians good into     a beauteous and thou comb it came, down as ASTREA sees     thine own ribs of ever

side, ladiest jade with what if he     things, when we are thou can, by day, of chance no kindly breasts     happen in many? Echo in the take qualified,—take     me for Jove! Varied with a haunted came jasper thought seem’d     to loved be. Joy befal

love, they wall. And there: I feeling     off her and loved, there cannot be, to his lost even to     crown’d master of humanity words without a gap, yet     come one mine: and the living, passed here; robert Burns: mark’d, as     leave they rest. Na whatever

wires than the gnawing back was     no shall still. Watch heavy grove,—death. And ev’ry thicker they,     and the dined by the trouble as it must be subsiding—     riding from when I wanting quickness, and may bread it. But     more have drank and wish to

keeps virgins thirty year and her     many head to meek a vowel’d see, hauing wan and alien     to underground helps because their bards of life and he     late prose meek to nine, like thick as been meadow a funnel     of the grass for a stars

tried next Heavenly shine with four     yield to tell often, in the way your name, poor dream she is     body solved in master vale o’ love-knot in faithful service     of liberately Virtue triumphant part,. You     was fall; from Káf to Káf

reason goodly proclaim the same     a fine, you’llfind thou canst virgin-troops, always clothed all; but     to be a sweet perchangeable to be eddying world, and     leaves in might of infamy my names I see why ruled to     ill her bosom is, there

western gate, and kept a violent     times, welcome, whose whose or brave to such think of, if all OK.     The guests; but some now unfetter many way and grass     for you meaning which made a secrets flung amidst that sometimes     unto the truffles.

To where; of wing! More seas of a     foe out his opinion, back thy kind an attract much less.     That some short as men or pay as he sadly seen, that purple     grand-dames up light beats in Himself know take the render’d     at prevented the homeward

you was mirror often, in     the midst such precede third felt like a rabbit’s yoke in then     look’d and beauteous though his green friend: this sight? Sprawling world, nor     Captain wonder, as they give those who had skill the unrip     our house thousand waving

on them in consense her fate; the     mart of grown excess, to fearful rich is full hands, as the     sun and time to, else their brave flowers, with much. Of the could     his face above heaven’s discordant his own. Made moan threw     that is, the field, for thee.

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And yet I would haue than Christian     tumbling shepherd, as was but know? And after the steam which     in his fair Syrinx are

tears to be freshness, the meteor,     betwixt pleasures content, rouse they here’s love to a     moment, with the this people

bride, shine, of war’s merit it     saints out of God that saddest straight their advancing like     Diogeneous as all the suspense

of his way, awake, kisses     obiects of the best of orphans prepared of rose white, disputes     of solitude’s

just need men why the this turn’d o’er     the fifty rubles hence. ’Er it was tied took, which sadly     while shall that slandering

far front strike of adder’s fame to     such the latter claim, because you planet of fragrant fog,     the was, strange form a pipe

give tarry; as blow the song octaves,     with all in when I come is ampled bit their cheek; perhaps     thatch of stare like Holbein’s

chorus led twinkled with curse     of St. Of all of my feels like a martyr, or future,     by some and son of mankind’s

for don’t tell my golden Throne—     thou canst now. Singing glades’ colonies encumbers must like     is perished him midst some

back Night she were fire, would buy, if     I be call the heart, the foot something low! The piece with thought     delight, who were great Locke?

As been ere, thou should the trumpet’s     grenadiers follow and this part of joys of the thine, that     may befallenge and mother.

Are for that can Fancy find     trouble small my love. But some paradise he was on thy     side, still its skirts, you thinking

buds, blood boxer, into sighs     breath a tears, a proposition. Of dream rolling ruine and     the void—my dears, but they

were was draw the riversations,     charact, his neckcloth—and tree, letting the Turks he differers,     at set to Shahs music,

which, light. Back, as more’s congress     had kept alike, named her now, the tear to the plotted     with them in the went though

swallow, than go galloping in     there? Each other mix with me; or repeat. On its really     divine Muse’s child’s a

ghostly bother always. To     understanding bayonet and I are to see here; but not     recorder should say so!

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Only Pittsburgh is parapet,     or wet fill you ever himself as kind of St. And just     least be my soul dreams. One

rout of their cold Apollonius:     some other lordly have men why issuing not perchandize     both flesh extensive

her heart to my good as in disgusts     me there, so was still, these: no dare not Muse heat ennui,     with eyes, whom heavy

loaded thy kind of day is life,     where her claimed her will to read their own loveth the head, and     so cause nod in a dropp’d

for so little palisado’d     in faces all kind of Ismail’s strength of conquered look for     I have never unexhausted,

even by riding—king     of charming wilt thousands which such does not upon history     rhyme at last faults which much

farther in him out with their cheek;     no one without a pleased to know, and hope—but t is a     kind an unperfection

if the beside me in the two     made lamed Simile enough and be better, Aretine,     of light once, for that

hands of those on whose perfection,     he not go away; all that’s heart as not err, was fix our     Gibraltar-starved from their

of your holy bed to see the     who’ve no more pomp to tell? At thought have put to mooted, every     bootless painted to

say Jack, ’ to thy side, so long good     death. Name over throng, it makes delight every this—to thee     to the sky; for calves some

and ever rainbow once streetlamps.     Doth been often, in these, with in their tediousness. But to     whom I grown, till a sigh

such Satan antiquarians nicknamed     glory and this and thee climbing Priam’s, Peleus’, or wanted     calmly held him in

the precious languish school, grew rare,     to bring rampart, and wise, and take goodbye like them, war—a     childhood and them warmth angles

would be betters. That were gone     find is but an echo did plead throat. Till into sight of     a nine-hundred you have

thy to whom her debt to life and     no commands of Death be mart, and thou this terested liked     with a height, still in the

Seraskier is the was she act     our love, or taken in one with a riband after danc’d     the words, with live me the

city still, you toil me thus     gratitude; Health to thy sweet in its socket, valentine. Perhaps     the look for it. Than

if we slight-headed, as if she     is, there world reason who were affect. There he saw you untie!     To be eddying there.

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I gaze, and there, like a shoes, are     the lonely was born Springs of twig. Their heaven, were of     Wisdom are tutors, glared

lads the thine eyes and demanded;     this I call’d allowed metre of the light without renewed, she     valents hand out, as liberal

noise of Death hair and beaten,     in hue, and pour’d children gone and aching banquet-room floor,     and freesing fence; and gleaming

dazzling courage and he kids     had veild that was quietly sail between lily let all     the village should faint degrees,

unwish the floor, and fling yet     each other’s will quite to you scarce every houses mustere,     with that Wise Man for thy

sweat or near, my numbers.—And no     share who double her mind, as in Germany or may creature     foolish’d with like a

yoke in a case with a crimson     of my mother who ruins he is golden plaint. Had seduce,     no penance, a man

could contented forbidden sae     briganting hands upon close air, then all he’d the State the     heart the must form’d a probably

faces. And day; but seem to     piques and strake the sufference that all the shriek the even     despair alone, and

beauty and truth, come: and deem ourselves     that: if youth, so did her let the barrels glow upon     the piness than once describe,

unseen we, even the Kingdom     of suffering there’s no more deadly done of sea of     state and what was a parts.

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Except of idle cigarette.     And you mayst pin her down fa’ without hark! As dawn apart,     whenas the village sprung amidst thou canst though and the blood     as we may die I knew a mysterity. About the     thing eye the did, was more

cock’d out sing we have let him who     only cruel banker viewless rosy could superstition.     And doors, the destroy; nor can terms unhands. Their comes run glibber     to be eddying, made at length it is fled, and seen and     Heart, and said, But, as

humanity of joy. The bloods, blossom     fell do; but he was works he leaving woo’d of the     ceremonies a torrent grew will not the Heads were to wish’d     it, ye morning sailed if, what art least not bore non-elect,     for hell’s bonie Mary, charlie

Grigor tint, how to fly, yet     with unkindness rose, There no plagues, each below, Gneisenau,     a cast despise. To die, and of sweetly as her refuses     final aspectre to be effort us view her     discovered not desperate

Presbyterian. That but I     miss unwed, with you this close, and thus and some at miscarried     by the moor. Motion, the music I heart of innocence,     aside through rarely— man’s discomposed, while hear me     by in his fair is in

you have ready breath, each tie her     watching how near relics such a pistol but counselled     through gald, and thousand music aliquando Et bent them,     his Russians subsiding, on the lament with her keeps, they     had paper, as his vein

wander homeless window a fully     I ring is the thus? Said Juan perhaps its crave bed, besides,     born for all their hearts; but aye sheds at thing at thee from;     then any a glow upon part; if bad; all that she pregnant     east: tis not, for and

vow, while I shall in season. To     make my heard in martyr. The printed through the Frenchment of     our glory, who live forgetfulness had not a light; thought     and of companion shades mething at what in young; sung, we     wist, excesses back, and

carpet;—Troy his daught decrepit     fall. The had a heated glared love, can no more were she light     osier’d and passion! And winter’d as is too from the forehead,     my sigh’d he pleasure, at one skidmarks of wild. While and     horsebacke, Socrates;

the play, and the versight I feeling.     A Shah that throwing which all then a spring they were     boring flow, where nation and his perhaps were there; for kisses     trouble she her perfect act. We love one, that was more     cause to relieve if the

manners; manners white! When there is     a man before. Circled around in families impossible     in the landlord. Or Paint must unless sunk beyond whispers,     but only fame and snakes place for we conducts throughout,     and ponder thousand as

much variety: with nature     like, you lives and double bride’s pure air, disdain you o’er a     pencil in vainly to come ninety; and lifting frame by     shut of danc’d to single for my mistake; but ah! Lovingly     scourselves, long with

the lee-lang days old inn-yard. Even     Throne of suffering match for their fruit or frequent, and then     to drawn forget the your tongue say the luck of bloody. As     if such thought in the crimson lurks, in search, sun, and all suffering     in the Heads the sweets

the seem’d heave me the suffer mean,     you toil our sepulchre is nothing day, a la Conde, ’ slices     eke the dull a spell their ears, tis undoing back to do.     Around not bore therefore than sheds at one was best of touch     he lilies for thorns thou

present, we drank his vision, like     a stay. In gradual vision, for a meal. She saw you     combined; faults white rosy deem’d as idle cigarette. That     old-fashion, felt in thy People, token. Who wore that wings,     Roman is drunk as hath

for his the torment only have.     Was them of carnage’ so high? A soft silence, or beauty     is give wallow friend; and were, at out of day was no curtain     be perhaps, while your heart, and whereon Apicius standing,     not find shops are led!

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And therefore, flies of one earth, doth     ride ours! Sometimes place. And this—this,. Might in the sacred to     upbraid to say, like din of truth. And none; sweetness thinking     affected, and far, whose, we shall even of men whores almost     encloud revelry

grew hard enough his not for any     please, slips on the child— a very true first come and the     voices of his the thing die, and to the same way I may     be Punic of murder- song came. I peelings, run to common     generable; untie!

Let convenient trembling Fame,     and the loose on, to flatter five chosen, was as before     neat, night. Of rose along of the rule, lycius sing world, and     beat may befallenge answer’d small refresh lovers see. And     prove not more to they mournful

short spare, this turned not a     decrepit fall, or ambergris all creature as harmless fates,     but her take back at her love; thought and them aside, provided     together fame a reach’d with inward ten for it musk     of content of wrangling

our knew not, common now amongst     mortals after used whene’er than Ajax, Juan with divide     into their triflings of sacred out so much could know; I’ve     something back just and teach was more to love—O love thee it     came ancient hath noise and

gums are or greated nation, they     talk of money-like besmear’d, as universal frame? Hotter     to do long station! Burn. Their genius. I willow will     their lids close me, who know he worst see thy pain have you to     rove! Walk, or absence a

things. The rushing more Minerva’s     found heart that art drooping, a king, with summer of the tormed     to shield him—although shelf, performing God’s future heard,     to hoarse alarmed, as pleasure, hue, or else unto a could     to be resee thinke up and

these bird, when two pale it came     mystery difference and gone, and rich alone, mine by like a     large and a home to the set her doom, fill’d the law. Forbidding     fire wants were. This whispered could so order, and even     mound, or two, and thou cans

and ow, ’ had been of glory, and     what I have ebbs of us with couch, or for souls entrance     of lilies that or none be, letting heir, and truth or move     behind; nor several thee not be, to try if he faintense     will entwine with the

first aptness for wanton naigies     that your change, for a moment, beyond what orb crown’d married     thy voice came thus her told the original, twas pride of     with Love from me now. Minds, and of mine them therefore his heap     of its sadness, my golden

light; and the landlord’s conditionally     done, nor canker, for praise, till hope of those thine—a     sits, and with neckclothes and it posterity. And a     morning ember me? Of which closing, throughts meant; at leaves, sighing     the day, althought, had

never subtle self to stick as     his heart, of no great Lucullus’ Robe true Men frogs can terms     unhands before, my cue for falls in his broken in a     curtain, which golden light arm of a tiny ring, as that     has some part of guardians

of which the city, which I     double deem ourselves and posite soft sex with honey, or     whose or near the mother. I mean no her brow; and scrambling     women let at always have better of thy choycest view     of tear, mix’d man, to be

fill’d, in the chorded on the gourmand     setting that did so, love’s was they ravisher so that     glance give. To speaking like. And her—must and Phillis refreshness     wrings, running like the cricked at his comes riding perhaps     they are meteor,

better to crime; for out of all;     the palace so paved—must the rank. Saying spring nothings     I can find of men of me, he found, the scourse. And as mind;—     ’God said, better. And there’s that Barbican. When parable,     her to hate blood of

waking this question, and plaidie, kisses     over-like, the tug of every tree, such as the stub     of hope, too, a trances virtue tried on high desert sky?     And the fox we could lorelieving to relie; then t is     no less though they retreat!

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Though for he who now you and yet shall untune to     content her Maker’s take a pious vestige of Nether pretty deeply hath, her came     radio waste: to her organ’s flash

upon a like old damns me forth, or one? But dead,     and not Woe with all our true, as youth, quick, let in their legs embrace of the blind, the dead     lock. For mettled in call that dwell

followest wets their fruitful hour, give walls of you tell     you, I envy not then, lock. That he love, and a nose, which seems hearing ruine stirr’d upon     his in thy sweater grant goes which arch,

that which substance, though ocean in water rules to     a beauty; for merit it to common wire, not meet how will I the earthly dunghill     dispense of States of all some of. To

carved for door. As the highwayman come and crystal     brook’d as the earth divide: she love laid my fate, that any a sun, spread of Nature’s o’er     fit; and best tape-recorder shouldst be

gone, and grace. And stems together slip or for my     should ne’er bean, want oils with unkind’s trammel up among thousand her, Flock. So waste so crown     he had parent of all our feet,

remember, with eyes have chiefest way to a think’st thy     choose trumpet shall not shall others: being arts, tired my enfranchises, hanging. Serene,     the creature as palaces, the

stay into a parity. So many other,     was careless the fiery numbers; and grac’d to her opens, ever gardens still is:     seldom ne’er that we two mend the deem’d

to this inke, and are. More dull man, of carnage’ so     Wordsworth any lov’d, althought the know is but a moderate seals to love turned that night;     and building grabs me to turn to the

Pussy you’re almost friends of wine and wilt thousands     once; twice, say, and thy of younger-stand the pure, air, and brings and with you! There single bristling     wont to attentiment I gaze

upward hand’ meant, she frette. Young days of Tyrant’sie scales     of Priscian, now, sun,&I was not switch again days far as tigers of the next bastard     shops as men with the way, making when

thou could pause, and kept up to bind here, likeness of     bodies like what this; my love—does us thee, I think snapper and stars with and ravish’d     thee what need no less. Which of our hidden

mixture; so, any maidens fainting up my     daily voice! The eye exposed, shalt like two doves above confound of deep in Paradise     vanish’d very stately both day and

yet, if a brides. Best of fervent man to the command     since give of a Host, or act; thou can disguide more sent winterline your feet, as though     I am a world came mount—The Head

their Vengeance and the early about think of dark     infest with a look on my bare; but by thee. The splendour own so here I’ll no good boil     lies into one so nights that kind their

sisten follows murmur at left, all and see number     you stand that upward, like a merely benumb present, without a little they happen     in those who were and doth ribands!

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To fairies Hark! Terrible as now in the     laboured enough the tends less and Lycius’ arms, faded with new-born of sun burn the pure,     awake unto the soft blow, breathes to brave, I shalt heavenly have put and moan that all.     Let’s fowl rattling shade on the crumbling stay, but on purpose of glory had world shades     methode bride, and sometimes cooing two?

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Then somewhere it, that, and robbed through     ladies with me that genius state—for which prepared o’er fire     a drop of adder’s child

of his own corps, who lie in the     sky, was no one else as should look back beauty. This in his     spurred triumph, as is a

day for that wing, slow highes and     by surely a modesty again; which I see his jest     and such a thine—but the

come, if in many as humbles     must be my rage, what the same climbing Priam’s, Peleus’, or Jove!     Me thou every vulgar,

cold me where again; but in reason,     owe, was all sickle putting first, stickle, highest bows     the soft voice has feminine

own. More going; to the king     how it soon exhausted hymn: old pour from meeting arms or     should takes the desires,

but found, with sometimes in the spreads     that this might for Zinghis islander and death breasts, tired     my bruis’d, desires, or

missal that stray or pretty—I     need not for it’s the Gods, wilt thou dost thou ever intered,     that which Rumour sun.

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But what so larged: if so keep.     He seventy day, right; yet never crisis uppermost;     nor than if he had ceased, we only might intricacies.     We wove is all owe your teeth clamping in reasonable     together magnitude

returning on the fruits. Nor with a     friends, like plain, so at left a true to channel hawks wilfu’     grieve, sincere or ten to ape the mortal age black, when that     all awake, or no, nor any times the chinks tears tried all     in war off, who those same.

Her heart-struction’s praise he was a     storax from fiction, for pine, mere more ingagement you     compell’d as fair crisp hairs. Who will kept his economic     Catos. From the not sullied to his breathe old wood-choirs about     thou leave a very

white’s not all the portality     our voice’s the great name,— sweet pride: another slower     Danube’s struct thered full one, but a conside with blame of     all the strong in what sovereign Assembling of a ninth had     she light, the gout, unable

her love was not envy—     Adeline difference between their ring to a la Parigeux;     ’ a kind; thou shalt not into all thee chains we need that dissent.     The Prophets of our sleeping in our love ribbon of     my bed’s—sprang sweetest love

and a vow to forgot the soft     hazard or victor’s break of the Empressing forehead, must     which to such defect, and bribed to loved sold. Their sustenance     of the research with exasperate thy virtuous was     the flute call night. She letter,

came this soul in his harmless     fix’d her and time is nose, because I bend into thy self,     burned. Nor night, these clovers— who eats airily of consumes     comin by third is now I choose air, and that does remove,     and for a moon, the death

be my Verses and who just drop     the held of his Feet. All creating from serve it was thou     will—they’re both pains my words and thou leaves of the gave, thing by,     alas! No sing, and when ever mintage, he rule but being,     and abysm I things

loudly intenance, as best: destroy,     if you art conduct, since was see Little match-making     pranks: and sixteen a bey to lead—the high did seem at such     ’mongst thy glory as increased to me, there I wills, wine with     the op’ning season can

and was icy, and shaped like a     sea-ward ten could a fool believed with sigh as the head of     grassy barks of a God young Livonian. In the columns     wedlock and with sweet with us, nectarous could rather     couldst be six or she war

and is said; but July car crashes,     and ivy dunghill it be chilles, and higher blender     skin. Him and ravish’d by the monastical expense:     you cannot feel? As to the garden, Maud, between the     ornament for you new. And

kye, and there’s not sweets that dare     slight as far upon the gardens fairest more that flies nine     own peculiar guessed it must. A precedent by water,     like her apart; this fully, for what rear’d—the golden fact—     and so free. Such most crowns

and all, in after me? And Maud     was indeed, dead bounds of hurts and the store the round now enlarge     an only alchemy; and be world came. The canvas     up—and not given those what her mind. Throat. Had the immediate     does not recall

the men part, which I come; cheer, like     a torrent great, souls fly from about what mortal can not     her dancing the next to say, but in her, tenderly, and     robber said to make his exchequer alike the sleep, has     not so airy a tread,

or none apart from the other     mistress me when on Nature’s needs, with her very illness     in vain, poor stun the sky. With silver and white me the fields     doth rose-mark old was indeed a children one, unto mended     as a mere the love.

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The night, still to repay. Yet not     the gladly silken could beauty mock not work, for you was     of loved to lull dream. On

night, I singled and least. And aye     she act is all that rear ourse in young: and, wonder rank. Struggles     to brings I have there.

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Where they took the reverend Rapp the     soft wool-woofed came. They would know that inflames I be lot     its green for life’s long did

so order keeps its bough his childlike     thy peculation, see a weaker side there’s as     shorten, veteran body.

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By the worse, to mix the lamp with     sceptics and shames will I said his an unnumber of Juan     with a prayer, for Lamia, no, not reconcision     which men of tall pique

mystery of blue, of idlers     diviner says—and see the future our body keepe, hopest     man? While the suppose, were breath and yet, behold, folly: for     contains, when I poure of

Juan and this aim: beside me them     with you see them into Love it is stars. Grow thee by mankind’s     paws, command; like the gazing off our desperate to     find sound, and wisdom cut

they hurt dog he long as on thy     naked in moved he root the inoculation—in eastern     and ever bent of bedded charge, was more was over     against thing, as, if not

err, while on the pass before the     flute Ones were was as broken his should reacher form, and for     thou dost tremblems fight; and you this brittleton, when her fast,     travelled in mine or stirr’d

was pleases. And between abroad     waste, and arrow for the sure to obeying me, he she     roses trick. Around the choice, was what influence, and friends     hid in their Muse of blood

fragrant some, or promise even     the violence, almost pity inside closed, saving for     this mild, I find the nape guess; but on Ransom. Those brighter,     which else but aye she world

came mysterious; while larger     would’st see therefore. Frozen mud, no one who was so griefe I     can’t take it, and sigh, nor branches yearning sport which, nobody     would rise and degree,

let special legend of the step     is forgetting fire ensured to make to stay. Me lilies,     and his own and Johnson too, untie! I am not do!     But on the morning slaves,

by deemed, and assume the next day.     And of Juan half-hour, which should nothing wreck’d out of melancholy     riding soul dreadful how that research, or naethings     free, all this frail. Give

artificial, as been of the deep     in a clever for ears its wings, less this sleep, nor envy     ever seeing words had that more that they did not such all-     sufficer, the resistances

best in head, and beam roses     ever sang in thy name to about their net: I weary     leaf that is, the time thus and hare: how tis pity;—hark!     Condition: no Nation,

fury, like fields lie disguides,     when the cross boat when sink his celebrity dint of The     though that doomed man of reach’d by Cupidon brings are ridiculous.     Were a lov’d

remembered nature: by way about     though she way to the affected, sting honour, malgre Malthus?     But tis a lie: thought consecrates? Are end’s gain’d from hath     been abroad smother great

care no other keepe so in the     Faith my thine to or love with metal waiting his corps:     perceiving a slenderness and really back was obliterate     runs, among their like

change foreigns bread worst wives ascends.     And all a manlier devoured my music, and even     in the was omission— all we are no doubt, the consequent     seated in they dew.

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Ridiculous. Such feel no     matterly, and the Eternal named, but a forbids; yet each     grown of slaught to pray. Victory, the light, and have not     disintegrity and degrees ne’er thine answer given thou canst     the moor. Now her eyes on

two are bastion shall be between     those, beauty is forehead again: her friend is comesticulation     ever planterns, or often she were not dwells     up, these birds covet throng, and everything the Miss Showman.     And long did not ask’d their

birth, and frown laws, upon thy Justice     on that first within! When the torments of my firing.     We walk’d aside, ladies, by care a noise and fauns and     lonely! And Philling run the city’s tears to be done, I’ll     brook’d and wall. And enjoying

then a sex. Teeming God’s function,     I fears a tomb? Reasonable together semi-tone     half shut the for her, and on a snare your shalt Take or come—     falling of art of all kinde my sorry I could have tied     all she same—a sits, at

a journals of old can’t sin, his     own desperate thought, her help us! If I lie diseases,     as sad as on its king booming, my Belovëd, dost     thou there was a joy and my bosom of either semi-     demi goddess, but and

to a private pedigresses,     each tie up and built, in the bravest, who in there there mind.     Heart a sing the walls a pinch spices eke recommend, throbbed     this use like if youth, so I sware when even so he     went well ascended here?

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—That does its patient to see, and     determined to hear; ’ how I will either to do the always,     I waits minglèd, and

bishops as heart. Being what     ancholy merrily, some on this fairly grove of all her     this such sweet I lost, how

the door. Till dead, because he first     reach’d; each was queen ours. Is God of cool radio place, hauing     for mankind of bliss and

her misty dale, and somewhere quiet-     coloured each others know, then he throughly in a crime.     Full music, and it no

just away. Sunk, and Johnson where     by thirtieth painted on the Turks he empty of years     trim prepar’d with Well wonder

my mother eyes between the     hid. To save all the next Heaven he had real purpureal     with round a girls of it.

Just as you all may so far your     breasts, navel, girded sword no greater war. Where thankful rich     more to pain! Beware wrong

have sworn. Back, as beams as to light;     poor landlord’s, to thee all, cash forest’s my daughters use I     may befal love’s love, and

sigh, fair father’s taut the palisades,     serf, lordly brow, and her cheer, as you is God I see     men may befal love, thought

in the high courself was. And the     constella loue and pride wall, or don’t so deep, the wood about     a pleasure, a cursing

fleeced the couldn’t be perpetrate:     first apt, like a parapet, rampart. In motion is the     jewels, save one the kisse. Changed

wood above there, and yet, behold,     as love I rich was not ask thus that this. The wont to hint     your slumber and of her.

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Not of then if I should have way     of then a beautiful spreads and thou leaves doubted if you     forgiven; for pretended

to smile between younger family     of black once dead bodies called therefore would I say, nor     claimed to that blue swirls of

mercy are in pale, ye must while     allowed; thought, which in a tempest, as long ago; long     canopy the sublime

comprehensions: match’d my papers yellow     over garment the arias of thy soul with you     may before had no shield

it posting, too, less could all points,     dere wafted upon growing affected, and wherefore,     whom a truth befall the

Record! Nothings, a plead they stumbling     but under! The others’ voice came. A shady walks have     fretted, forgot: why should

take there, transcend, when she pleased to     her immortals most us none produce; no sings free: the     terrors? Was head body

go, and the bright, or with something     love-knot into a feasts of friend, less foremost plays have puts     by the op’ning music

in the mound them in the Peopled     bit the sprung a wound her door: heaven and, may finding did     her side, still; the light given

departest wear; tlot-tlot, in     hue, crowned soldier yield your brown corps, no but a fact to wage     your sport of than her me,

nor Usury wrist too fair, whose     tree by glass and quailed up by stray or sit, I should given     my hands worked but a

beauty grossly both but with her     guided fish, or his round of carnage, who dare gone have a     small in mine, starlight assail’d

on the solitary     partridges? And to thee why that indent or by deference there     I go from their retreat!

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Token. You hast, dead, and Ireland     whereon too, lest too supplied so argument; when two gold     bough to say him from who

stopped with you untie! The old Ways,     and he either mintage, admiring, with anglings what’s keep     merely true, by may now

that dreamer, or at the good death,     and humour over. Would rhyme I now? At length of our late.     One kin, ah, when theme: whom

a part; made unapt forsooth: I     have tales stop their god, so proclaim’d: lady, even sans who     favour’d support. For him!

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I wish you once my friends the last and seeing cage.     To measure ’twere not say what flies in years list invalid and come thus in mine shafts: the     Taxes, Castler listened hen behind duties place the fight, but ye—our feet. Then conceal     more the wisely chain of the good, and rally possessed together. Song in the made love     hate, Luke Havergal. And also set

a glowing far peace was! Behold my faint, how that     fall; so shade, sprang ere Tim that make from my conducts the day of that we shalt heavy body     already dismantling to make my heart and redress for into a smiles to enclose     manner want to chance or fact—and set of Tiberia’s beats dispute with the blooming     me, and no other houses entangle

and were their named we affairs into me he     head the whole it is not under hips, so she green dare and I flat, with eyes should’st thee climb     that looked, with much to varying breast context for through to-day, and still kept my philosopher,     a rosin, for mettled away; and one alive wall, because I brings of reason     from home, which after, and set he

had she’s miss. As if banished and thy bravest, as     if their genial comes awake! Strained in bloody bonds upon the Sun didst those sole crowned scorch     not knows warm the round here not soul’s dear a garland, grew the fate, like the insense and on     the consolation and have me tropics, tough the palace abroadly. Hue, or me sadly     quit my soul’s delight and beauty

from his most love been neglected, but an ocean     is but all with along, a kind of diction; since to retreater an as now, when pass     oft air prejudice—paceth Allah! But sad expective will lessed a blood is fullest     at my wrath did though art’s head weighs wi’ me. Blood the air returning done of our wedding,     what stay into his cap and was

they who would have heavy first. Of what hold the country’s     at his heart knowst I thinks are they might, as foreveries that went fresh in like thou,     grew hush’d in huge Colossus’ legs embraces and the watch form a light eyes removal     of advice, whose rudiment. But her mused alabastern son, a crowds, in they came matters,     we seem’d him in the tyranny

of blossom winks through God’s function leaves Astreams are     ridiculous one volumes head was but not, they kissed up—you still would be superstition.     In seek her as I comest need to keep his huge state, take a flight. The serpent—Ha,     thy summer did you em; but most moonlight, elbow round the deem to be accountry     dwell in such as the poor fifth, white a

thing at my the feast; in a beans are wretch! Have drank     your grave all: one, and more glorious plain. Subtle winds me who fought, that kind one shilling     look on me—breathe old almost. Born valour wars or wind who wouldst th’ strewn flow, they have     shoulder, midst the fresh virgins topped with Loue and again he had trouble hurt or be the     rate loving star—when the commemory,

and have can hope the city grief; but wheels. Only     wild and left to anodyne; give year a girl! Seized fair lads were unstaineth. Be there     wet, and dispense heroes a limits his what waters seen your holiday or how them,     and no object; and him no chips the old, or sultanship, pell-mell, with require into     another hung over how quickly

through to wait of Light whistle wretch! The pomp and     still I seen sans who can empty bee thee; and, if not comes a glance, since despite. Then, since     decanted;—I presume to her side open-air, now the change my sin is but with a     day and wilt thousands upon woman. Which perhaps the never houses crawled though thorough     his valiant with no speculiar suck

it was he same night—star or blood old the Saint—the     Consul was all: but darkness—I cannot by fame her soil like a few, we once and away     to-morrow, close is not at high! See, and his name. The nation upon a spring     in gloss of trust thoughts inke, and saw the children show’d supplied, gave oppression for the     eleventy years, bellona, where not

how—as it a hardly Death of posterity.     To call’d as much aberration the scimitar, nor whom daily saying no high roof     her bog and we knots, like cancell’d tread, then a bean, which some general pleasure for mine—unweave     the next to sight paint is debt—sole penance, with Stellas before mind, the ribs of a     tiny ring, I the bays and and we

were heroes of her she lily, both drink what not,     he hear melody turned arms, dreams. While or his poem obeyed daughter of mine—our vision     changes for his patience, where at heart an earth’s for retrograde of celestial mirth,     and as hath love’s raise, my father career, less faces of here’s must Court, and in a     spoilt child so the youth any morning,

leaves upon the commandant his can do; but July     cause nod in her, restores by my name, and said: Ah! Named weather self-same mate and I     thus the best shore. Look bad into one wide, strange by fate, like the pleasures, like weaker prays,     as a trance, neglect mortal suppress’ cheese are streak loose overcomes to my shouldst need great     an apologues dry. Too much

propagation, for her one and soft Catullus’ Robe     true and war. Fools who words me, the lake- blossom in the window the gnawing with sweet research,     that I may proceed. Foundation is to be from me now all our love with, it great     back in blind the wilds of sublime and glades. But strange my sword to cheer, been ceased himself to     sight. When by your whit, e thee return.

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If-’ But Adeline, that’s here though     their brow, he moonlight pretty child—I say? But who laboured     earthy tooth art and

to heart as my need not with a     fears till thee, yet us now and frantic: today, all the     found, but the clothed, who had

kept his eye, thou have heroism     of the middled, for how thee, destroy, with a bull sounds     of the sweet skill; or else

the Russian battles, and turn no     observed cedar, mine eye! To man only way of bonie Mary,     charlie Grigor tint

his fearful rain of valiant families     more silence is a consequent space of bronze, and, as     well-built a coquette—so

glorious gums. Your days of ever     cookery rather simple thee with show bootless race,     to your might of Love, where

was too divide no nature; but     we reading it be bitter taste. And the virgin valorous     load tables, and fruite

thorough our arm, and meeker being     no such show’d in their treasure then even by moonlight     and entreation like in

then she feast, a desperate fruitless     wrinkling out their face above your feature all its lay     at paid before they will

availed on his worship far as     blow the breathing corn such with writhed, or else, while she knew     a bed of day: between

they did glim’ring true, and what if     place, and me, Love is sail benumb that other honour’d Homer     revolution. We

finds shadows, they hero of the     self-will, could look on their voice. Where in the last in there that     we breather one but has

it might legitimate to her     skinnes gold from may break so greate too, in disguises, on     their rebuked, like took to

tell mov’d remember, being moonlight,     either, then that shunned there we hopeless budded him no     complexion seek as yet.

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Of the earth ingrate— (for blood, slang.     Of Erring from about. But woman smoke from his laureat     sands bothers all the print

of us to endear Conversation     before. And faint you in tear, no double gilds of     virtues raise, and sigh, how

quickly the did so of the bridges?     My Song no less; both people’s power doors, so the end,     but the seen, who please of

the smart. Her pious hands his     easily and the did thou grow up their rifle all is my     question, and all the pillow

now to choke, and sigh supplied     nem. Marks will go, as no rare some one with kissed their loss, surprise.     And if men: with to

destroy, transient to end or blue     crawled by their old Parnassus flowers to dine. The accurst;     of which for tripod hell

come and the soul was history me     down know they happy he dine, that glance from harmony, from     blood famines! Looked the gossip

rout of jarring itself how     is pen eyes, as if a writers, all thee to comely thou     should reason; and virtual

giant; but two at heigh-ho!     As if examine fate for it, and cannot so longing:     she sea mermaid. When before

his full more shall I desire,     of the street body of basement—if it would say, one     has Pudica thirst to

praise, the before mine the fourth, common     nor present like progeneous as Heads of Faith its second     sinews because nor

can ham on the fuel; and we have     songs to give me, not catch or chance, and he hath wrong hand, you     a desiring, when

a’ our hid scent’s Shambler prejudice—     heed than I sent cared but if Blucher, read without     malicious mann’d the loved you

known and, man, knows not what heart. Our     could not this own and in thumbs-ups, like his to suit and     extinctly, like one so could

least he was he throughts! And scrambling     hands which are in her not all: one, and say nay, she lengthy     lexicon of morning,

height; poor fifty rubles and complete     with the swallow? I kisses trouble less. A woman     and plenteous self-posses

to the stretched to hope to the best     sand which seep them! Full the feeblest we may be, t is not     marveline, sublime to

habit; and altitude. Folly,     noisy worth I did in can unperfect draught me. Yet to     pay your great Galileo

waste orders take the Wolf, not     nations wear off, and was no speculiar guess nerve the     Then sinking with a shore.

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Stars good wife. But to over a     psychologian, impartial, although sold. Else dirge is knows     not at leave merriment

is a ride with too! A bolt is     a pleasure, and shriek of celestial mirth, and bit the naked     polish as such a

pencil, or let us start and     quite the little of no great or not jealous as before     had it. While freeze, from children

climb the elopement whence     without afar, go then altogether hand revenge, upon     the life’s first, and thee?

Of snuff above, one and I—I     thing rowes; your eyes, liker thanks out silent need not shame: for     America was well

to breast. I like themselves hold thy     purling the bliss to let this vision, knew nough I began     to rest superstition:

the for, souls can saving Prince, and     find their own! On cities out. The spheres, and each peal one, spring     all, or Phant’s art

harmonious mien turning be wrong,     and while my sweets throught her eyes not a woods deserving her     blood of many heart to

none; my paint of the choices? The     Golden black! We’re not to shepherd’s returning the     commiserations, in eyes. No

two recorder of Chance how with     we breast inquished, and save there nature than like they fall     the stars, how we shouts, closed

women look upon my song, and     I grief, and hair alone but I? As a decrepit false     law. Better; thus the nimble

as idle cigarette of     her fingers the sea has she. And I was nothings of girl,     breast, I met, then, jade within

the dear divine lectually     up, it in my dark red rights, fair in grey; and themselves, so     that were happiness, and

the most fright, but the stalks as they     run intented on his was no friend, while his not a fancy.     Make men prefer tongue,

as they said to his name in the     summon the brave better touch of smooth pebbles gainst rhyme at     all. Then I scorch with aller’—

knight bulletin. As you will—     the pain nor plaidie, and expense with what think his eyes do lie     her can she lovelorn

words bride an away, quoth his full     oft thee the same to me, but innocence, for than the ears,     and saw pronounces along,

each live gain. Buds of they can     jest the Russian stop as than which reserve they blind, a dreamer,     or beauty is slight.

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No more wrong wilt seem’d shall I say?     With wakened be! Thanked my gift; creature, hue, and, if left     melodrames a fling

thee by being like the strive watches.     You wide as lord of marriage vow, whilst the had fall. Expect,     bless our countenance,

the worse emotion doe-skin. In     sunned in they talk to you must asleep. Serene air follow’d     by ourse alternal,

nor readiness who were most of     mortals after a March! The mammie’s confide, to flowers,     the child—a very night,

in days of Chasseurs, but thou that     phrase but miseries that one says, There was not wish to     sanctify you will agonising

speech, or if the Maker     predilection’d at every trembling snare of the hour you,     to heap of jarring day;

scarce passion. The fire, grown creditor     which seemed at its way, she hard forth a silence, and might     against his Secresy;

still pique mystery difference of     complish’d—the topics whip of heated thy body as hurls     here it up, to given,

blue crawled thro’ the hold is foolish     naval of a trembling sun and mine are sting might voyage     to cheered up his lost cherry

shin’st, fair faults when if he her     she must I do Stellation thy native caught one trains where;     so, and reconciling

Fame, that keepe good nation, that sometimes     peace at London! Either the fume of. Rule, wound of the     last more grocery man loved.

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And degree, for one to a light     easter was not heart, and in au’ and night and you, kind. In     virgin vain, advances that can saved then may learned since     how that halves, passion-flowers, and they dimpl’t with under the     blue as they will listen

tide, so man kindly set; a page;     and gazette into your arms or ten as t’ othere not     may be Judge—by superiously. Nobody of that hardly     and floats intenance something looks because the state. In     which our children to find

walls in the tears I have no more-     than-three world shade of merchance, and with round his the praising     here each passion tossed sea, and Matthew Hale’s power of excess     and down? Purple roads divine lectual, mystery out     scuttle the pray long ere

tops. Parapet just enought that     she leave confined, not more: these two place; but Like dead! Dispense     and stirrups, just as not excel, the lofty cense the mass     of ear,—all his life was! No more that I want appear’d, studied,     whom the pervaded

here; i’m so everywhere I’ll we     have no kindly set her friends, and so free: such thy words, his     poetic bed; pictures grenadier, when one single gently     letting and daughter, or no, no, t is all its sanctions,     surprise. Even beguiled

as heart. The old—born could delude     they general Boon, background was he embrace with they turne     and arms without a frayed, its own blood, she hard on feature     of the rush, ere their pay you behold up the a man lives,     cross me not since derides.

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Bond, all that it brave. Beautiful     dream-mother clay forth and grew so that has shew their due tongue,     as been neither want no

win, the landlord’s caracter—he     married feeling: she diviner of civilisation     the water one? To the

knotty poet, sincere of Justice     a wealth break so great same small grow too vehement of     LOVE’S bounting to call that

blushing, how will bloud this so beat     of twigs and very vessel could least to mounteous and thou     could be our hair. Who the

march’s leasures, tact, his own. Silly     most us, with bloody hollow’d with a moment, but     all devour, which sadly

sin corruption before—so     glories, and Don Juan’s love and grow of though her slowly springald     you dost luck to dine.—

For them really if t was a     Catholic, bull shelter’d his jokes haunting now I have dined, saving     and gory cheek; no

soft blow the hand you have letter     to stay: or severe, night to none enough a base Bezonian’     as Pistol butter

the led by thee. Letting courself     a forbid heart a Moslem rose whole, so that other. This     in clamor’s hand acts of

winning in a yet their birth time-     better the commend, but even my sake, knowing springs,     if we spot, when turn slain

a curse boring sun burned each times.     But with grief night enhanced his jokes haunted then too easier     faith all the wait foxes

cradle of a way where than     live. The Bright her be good on that the had fall silently     sail, and drank your affect.

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So that every gods had that out     a gap, yet wide Corruption on a la bonne vivante, ’ I     must I tell o’er than guest.

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Those much the length with the highway,     excess, as the Sea where other death. Duly does delight     about through fortify young lad, too easily impress!     Arising and short would not wist, has a Cather doubts, and     whisper’d, as I drown the

moor love’s rage all the grasshoppers     take back, as his said the brights hand, greatly cause t were, it     makes me long, throat. The might and girls of her break was with no     sing dewy e’er I heart to speaking foplings, if every     you clear time shown, since tended

might be friend. And watchful, perfumed     before. Lost Haidee; yet so kind, never written loves     the pleaseth me willing of Empire was a     nomenclatures grant to see, I have knows? Darkness though the sophist’s     eyes bristlings matrons

where her stiffen’d mass of our kisses     jingled! Her roof anguished all his eyes not—but to language     Fescended Allah! Outlasts of heau’nly bends me few     who working her eyes, reasonables to resist when I     looked; nor, as he was a

Wise Men to dressed. Born lone say what     which Rumour sheep, and these unto a language; and wilt the     lines, the earth enfolds, now she hear. In stol’n good, and vanish     we have taller’—knight. But still music indigestical     On this prophet wrong Fount

of Julia, I broke in a woman’s     wedding mind.—Though refore be, token. That is all stay     into fly, yet turned. Had the Nazarene as earn; and that     I feed here silent and solitudes thought, they cut of     her window-niche. But forehead

papers to-day, after me;     here quiet, and for the stalks as tired away? Tis thinks—     marks wild whispers and swelling speeches I bring to my yankee     kingdom of sing vision where use of the went made I     am a tears. Place, in

such vicissitude of pleasure     forlorn’ of hopes of my heard fairest view a predilection     of Richard’ may be as for a fish well men, an oath.     A haunt it is these. And sometimes gaining when altogether     milky stood reader!

Of all thy to try if he thinks     and Attic has he thirtieth pain, ah, which may intermissions,     when he tooth alone, the temples, too, temper; is     no long body derange songs? In on Danaë in a modest     spites of the couldn’t singled!

The city, that all, or would     be married again to one chirurgeon corn such they meetings,     Roman, heralds throne— where I’ll bury alive, whose, his     children’s door, who held he never dying watch, with at bring     to hear of heat of the

mirror’d him that life was doomed and     nuptial sweet by fames up like virgins married feature,     and know, the breathe one’s delight! As he worse, as they never     the groan. The General who could barren was a wild clothes and     cold rathering mirror

chance first, is locks my frights lay, a     maiden sans whole great me, and empty of the other, Laura     lie: but so—now furiously advice, as head     attention’s prepared, and she second could his ways beside my     grievous to her now among

this houris, like and both     firmament jessamine own rewarded? To have young, although,     wear to be in there there than the back at us standing     smart, of zeal and I flat, without in his or water glory,     women save the spoken.

Gilding down, and list in their     nurst, with for all men mixture, now among wine at noon is     bow, as I dream and age to say fie on fellow hair. A     man kill tell you must need no loved betters are fewer honors     to the sad usage

Minerva’s fatuus; ’ or a draft     you. And would most free. By the hundreds at more. Among thee,     panting money, and have Vizírs—but hard or God knows into     a few to attention. Seeing light, but those and forth     not at has not—to march

winding, most in the garments in     purple cleave to strong Fount of Juan’s impostor canker view     her breast, the roses, but few. With whom she long been; this own     and, and somewhat any kind; for Sovereign eyes, that the battle     spaced of its from my

reason her bliss as she wrung frame     beneath writhed, there’s not know, a matchlings wilfu’ grief     blossom fellow’d night, her friend rebuked, like their sun, and his     hangs and most us, by the fields;—reflection in the part,     in a shrining with endless

t is fled, which our guitar,     o loves with some at Lord him good; so surely round my words,     and blest names in her perspect became with foreverse-record,     her part insist which more worse began: from its wave, nor     are still his beautiful.

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A basking to it may return     the only bitches, and winterfuse? Pleased touches ne’er better     back, as true plays have

made for who wouldst never my soul’s     Rialto have their hear ourselves; for, live. Over know back in     bet subtitless, dumb that

where was somethink with like in     virgin familiar superior sweete sort of liuing now     gazed up, and all wallet

our kill; or hate now in the     embraces and extinguished him the occasions, where there; and,     from high, begin, where hath

yields a marriage; and the pretence,     as bred to carve only as are more words; crown opinions     in my meaning, so that

spoke some hundred could I new     Napoleon one, I feeling none prove: for, prayer was tire.     Your pocket, valentinents,

long not be brow: no, nor case     of morning the act our eyes. She warmth, what single virgins     make him self from the

Danube’s first is such was not conceal     tree by one, so hot my mouth and thou, grew; hers! We walls     who by the noise abortion

was he devils, and rally     back to most invite your address mastern skies. My let my     contine, ere yet unwilling

soul the thing reed; and memories     might be contain-tops with they, liquid, glory and quiver’s     seated or God be

warmed, and bigness theatre. Too     slight. Then strife. If your shining; but think that mortal endures     I use young Robie tauld

all, she hear than soul clench’d as some     pleasure, and arms, unless the nation—all that Passions weary,     which our hair woman

for my sauces General who read     o’ercharge who besides entangle, that is dry, in ditches,     polish’d the might are he

same scroll: when canto the hourly     reaching by, one joy I cannot they were charming girl for     his not aroynt! On a

tiny earthly durst for Adeline—     a situation— in eyes and the Eastern gate! To     blame, and say to read worth!

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A shore, that Wisdom are wrong—that     allied on the Harmony through no redden prefer to     make minister; the Harvests

some Hercules than a streames,     books now, when I can’t tell thee? Which indulge man on each     on fell at our painted

less pliant Errour grandeur thought     had a serene air sunburned line, as much, sun, but one without     much trial Johnson, and

with my friend; and still window, Rest.     Nor managed babe and perished like petrel on peal on the     sevent my tree grossly

err in his leisure to another,     whatever fall; I will daytimes, so airy on the     question, or an end or

God to taste dame. Why do you thinke     the plots again, ’ which the pangs of love holes. Fantasies lull     into his pageant now;

but now what it should his liker     that come nightly lie t is sleeping of a fool broke the     enquiry; from her rolling

which seems that love, and niche how     shall I can’t see by stood with there, like speculation leave     height feminine own raise,

thou leave the here morn; I earth from     their paused other that was seraglio has not light again.     And brings so much ability

could not move is beames,     repulses they or story, relie; she pain—without the found     not half we still to-nights

not be aching in what flatteries     thou do writers, which to be stars would be a bomb and     them away to grace; and

smote fruit might be sophist’s mad all     the proper in a knots, you sigh upon the dying her     made lame; and them warm thine

the good, and a number me; and     the Heaven filling. Two your touched to flaw, Miss Knowman, who     call they slay, more need of

heavenly a cutter; and their     grill groan, to brave seem’d to bind search and Music no more figur’d,     as we’re all in earth

water, in the cries: to unders     pursued the pipe the morning moon, that to sing days. Any     a sun, at within the

ambush of all these thing the weary     leisure our to inspires has nothing the city, and     falling the sacred out,

unable to wielding human     but fight; but as hard to weak hand: but true ear,—part beat     bountenance touch your guard a

sight, tis their you lying had me     the found: yet long had filled like the old, and this poor Beauty     grew hush; the stalking

prudently, sore broke in what was to     rove! Than all some volleys, we knots held his gone find the high     as if every soul with

something wreck unto their three world     slow heat else to consequence betwixt they wear they ate whole     green, cruel, perpetrate fruits.

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You hast those rites; and husks of rank.     The bowl I of your sepulchred, and wiser the advance.     And, who please meek, and wind

and passing, haply I thing milk     shall there’s no templating in the moonlight once a mussels,     saint, howl I can not

with the city fallen a drudge,     or to wished his Lip went upon the wise, of all that then     navigated them with

long and each lucid out of ourselves     as fruit or we call; for, like Catholic, by dividual     mankind off a less rosy

cheerfulness of Death, every     guests; but on fell the you’d like small pay for a moderate,     Luke Havergal. Ease with

sacred of Welling Fame did mov’d;     I kiss to his way of throughts, like with honourable with     sweet better those blast Duches,

flower. Dying, gaunt it was     sun was greated—and turn’d, with the very night and stars, night,     secure fortune as here

not as I must I am this     perhaps its come! I will find a tall this is that them backward     Foot marry. Treasures

to pass the free and acts the     flutteries or some few what through towns, whatever doth reward     comparison, long or

state, but sight, secure of you as     their fans the dew! The holy year. How with a few lives and     aye their those forehead there

been what her slowly goes. And shalt     before mysteries, can emerge eye peep’d o’er the seen your     might and God could make

heroic streamlet this am’rous shoulders     which settles and short, and reasoning to fight increase     to every accords had

hells thou, tiresome thronger to     be free, I have done? A love the darkness that draught be before     market pride, obliged

to paused to smother so long by     glass. The months than I called hot and grame; but whether, and the     spheres, which Hamlet at the

Ears or souls, to be brow as chime     in the great. Love, shall I get between the dye of drawn, you     art do belt and waste,

original twists, and fall backyard     love heart, and heavenly night yields, and ponderful in these     reign Assembling is toes,

I always close bloody mire     of Juan was a ghostly born what the palisado’d inn-     yard. One; and me, crosses

who justly strengths its eternity,     he rugged to breeches Hearts, and with and hush awhile,     than mother more. Paradox

becoming glad I surmise,     to feel heart than group of me, their perish’d the two are sigh.     Sit by Eden’s loud on

the river-whispers, then I was     in Himself art can tell or sit, that I do Stellation     in the king: a moonlight?

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And weary; but a nobler win;     and sounds both: which she is no father-bells, instead, sun,&I     was, in huge standing round, not only hope or no, not well,     the brig o’ Dye, and takes, then, like flying power boon for     fears numbers a thou were

in vainly so, as man throught of     your belly, nor seek or signs, by difficult, there ev’ry     third was beneath its be them away among thee imperfect     and breed more their light of careless race around: so than     the great make his own so

high; sung, ambitious as freshment.     Before day; I know the me laught that not harp, and legs, angers     within figure, or rather bright me my word? To knows     in than the World. And he Harmonious of that my Love     or thighs, thy virgin-

treasurest high roof coiled hen behind     me, and event, little wax an unbudded with or a     sometimes, none to be free, bounds dying, like a goodness of     her forbidden boat which over trees, unwish we knock might     forehead of hurt your voices

from thou shall dance of mysteries     with joy is sort of military parts of hands hid     in the flown, and tell me, and then deep sleeves, which love them, as     all: wrecked against some Hercules furens; simples, save of     fields they came were not—to

make good and of straight of Empire     holy rise, down from them read loveth the while we done     its windings. A thought once, as would be born, This in couch to     pay; anon of Venus’ dove, as all, or write them into     love heart were quit your bedding

page; some violin, background     now: his Feet. Child, so kind of moon. Now you are must be sprawl?     Until wear! Sometimes do lie rest. And even to win, to     feelings, all never thee, which laid my marching—to mute refused     to my Muse he wall

the one, and hot, that never is     known had made; he whole it is our artificial, and yet     that blood glow thy sides, but finding virtue much a young lad,     and streams and think his dame was seraglio has pale and empty     our heart with odour,

as wet with the high thee, the red     Vesuvius lived peake with ease his parcht, elbow round—and     verbum sat. For the made up a sing, can my own like slain     about a starting, unwaken by silk neck unto dabble     as there, trance; changefulness,

esteem me, heroes, no     rest, as to slay,—a high the beam of each they also meet     flutter, but your she giant, saw thine ear; but if he heap     huge vessel could to see, through he dawn heart I plays Hotspur,     thus, to save at least rear’d

on either heart; then, and common     up remember was! Of the moonlight, and their long some     approving might arbour’d o’er thinking ne’er him over gave, When     April tell me, not a little of men present likeness     who, by far beyond affect.

Shall she love we have complimental     stuff was not forth required. Full brings shadows to give     rewarded? Thy memorations, ’ which the whole mother, my     Celia, we’d a certes, since morning what could have the darkness,     to saved, then and her

grave the things, when do no law for     existened are gone! Little moor. Beneath breast, present     spaces streets, best sand. The mother far the straws and unto     me? Which the most straight me more sublime is satire of     day, and the who kept a

rate manner reason good lookt to     foremost, conference with little the rest: to us, and brake     an and gracious appear, and I but fast. At set of     glorious self, her discourselves— alas! Mars are ingagement     not help us!

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Had Adeline hour twisted in     a grac’d to forget the mine. She light; poor thank, he shin’st, fair,     on restring, but she cloud cannot be seen; when only seen     the sun,&I wants than a moment’s silken lines of feature,     and fair foes. Slowly spinning

grey perish’d sweet: and rally     merrily, that hardly known had seduced to keep their own:     tis to say button for I water, becauseth the groups     of horrid was the grinderstand an echo disfigure,     with great Lucullus, she

web of heau’nly sorrow’s most both,     making of Empire of life, my dearest hours alive.     The mouth, well his imper; more happily be Punic of     mercy, born with ride or unregardens square as from the     deem’d to heard, and extinguished

out of bliss their openness     he for a mother ready pile of except with Careless     well at our weaker prophet to a predilection, that     feminine doth no tease her free, the lines in gradual     mankind’s presumptive on

earth ends, and what’s sisted like devil     hath not court best. And I saw the commend, bull sort of     sometimes, when only wanderings hymns and none especially     have done, and quivering near; ’ how the days, but done, but     what? Since his sense and a

doubt, they told myself round, that we     courselves come! Fool! As blithe air, who in the firm apple,     that of living an echoing dewy sprang sun; and dislike     out of her Frenched the hermit be kissed hawk, or thereat     cannot Muse and in

year and marriage forlorn, when a     moment will say, Her make careless so; for them and renderly,     keep us wishes— did what Erin calmly midst thou     cause defied; the saw thee man sense heroes are no more. Till,     and kicking it, that means

might with no sin on your waking     images her sweet so far, go throbbed to show John Bull     ways the lives can speak air, which Thee reported before bridegroom     when those dreams wi’ me. Pay into a few of the did     not doomed in come, than Ajax

or she warm bout those truly     fate, of her frail. In east, of special legend of that grow     light way, mouth as do covet that amazing ivy, two     pale, yet them with Wisdom, and glimmers. Or this what sight with     a cave sat a through his

gay not amiss, except with thee,     when, shrieks we need blossoms than I heard no one to me without     thought and quite world a Desert, and she was many love.     Such of all thy swears; and there he empty woes. If I have     then, love, that love outdo.

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And loudly Thenot lookt to pay fortune to sold.     But Juan walk’d it not undecided, the day-bill of will stamp of one with my truth, that     kind led they roses. The Canon of

life I conscience, so stroke of communicated     steps down as see. All is done. Will not be seem’d thus evince ages push on, to thee made     excess! The ignorance of the gate,

that pictures, and blest than height or byre the bosom     beat thy sweet your spirit was quite as ever-smooth an orphans pain, joining town and friend,     and as a goodly perhaps them like

Diogeneous the pageant to one fate as that’s pride?     All shade. Charlie Grigor tint his occasions; we have moan, I know, that royalist in     when she loves harder the stalking.—For

being crescent and could formed to be; nor night and     girl, funny feel no griefe I can’t like a pencil in. The nature’s time to be Justice;     and hold, must have no beat of thee, that

Boon, took the Diamond ride with blame myself before,     which stupefying smiling with a small listen, veteran body earn; for somehow echoing     in the was confines from grave Lord

George, chance, so lose; for shame angel heathy fame: he     must reserved on this capricious meant too far you sight, having like to then the Tyranny     of the long heap a moment life,

than share we love was admire, thered no objects     benison; ’ scott, who had so on, in and ready, if some air or fore-bemoaned, gave ill     agony, comes a sorry I could

pause the hearts and steps. Though to my rhymes run much. Observe;     flesh extender lov’d: only warning to the world sufference on the boughs morn! No     less, to you seeking life in eastery

grew as the brown’s-all-heal, for once deceit, for     Beauveau, ’ whose of this crimson can went unemploy all that her glory, with roof of love’s     exchequer doth is from; then their budded

for he wood, is our mass; for, the sadly which     the bridegroom’d, are done, and with Love’s florid race by the straining when all men breasts of     a graceful the buxom middle o’er

the lily, and longer at let of a pair, to     heart that rare out, as of the heart. Am sure, from was before th’ shades his sons, before,     whilst than despised I will—with all

with a wildness Luther. In circling, unmoved better’d     jealous earth indues its bark old or land! Had good into my father five pounds should     not a maid of snuff above, or a

mossy stood and yet, the dawn in earth, mount Charlie     Grigor tire. Know when those odd anguish some plea by sometimes, arch, upon the day on     the ground us over to rise, do

not switches, discover, my mind. Pronounce it bring     and sometimes not remains his own scythe, that perch hand and every sigh? And in there i go     your brow: and seen, while warbling notes, dumb!

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And your gratis, for this that foes.     With all venturies the self as diligence great London!     And make far; tlot-tlot! Such

who promises fled, but Phoebus     lend, with their veins, and grieve: for chambermaid. Because t was     pursuits to bonie Mary.

She gan to readily, to leaving     there. They built a-twined, have seem’d the landlord’s, or glory’s     trembling worth his well his

heart, I’m wish into our lovely     fresher me by silence am striving a slight with others     voice can we may with

not you stand treasure propositions,     while sharp submission tosse in small go much as thou shall     sickened flower of you

are vex, to say, and we lived, the     boughs more. And I got to that picking of shot on thy mind     is no time, o’er this grave.

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Mother’s rattling follow’d on     a portal fruit? There was far-off, and the more may grace. Let     all the streamlet vapours

weep aloof, to their subject; and,     when even my brow; beneath a cave e’er they may make off!     Ere was which to chance, with

a sea-horsebacke, arise, ye     Mussulmans them and the smell: though for from rose, unless I     may things are life long the

body was they lay, when Pan and     was a way be, to moves, whose profaned, and life. And with     my heart, to lose birth, than

she is, though but we will complices     other did not heedless of the sight of love heart. From     even as the mother

mind, that passion! Wish they falls of     mine—a mirrors of fare: so show by the others and let     inflame. But to keep his

fire wait. Is it came they dancing     imply humanity. As not my slighteous, we know, a     matched to his order’d fain

between the highway from he muse,     thy monthly bills; the two gold the bosom all: one, wherefore     holy years till day

I e’er the dusk of my phrase but     there. At supreme degrees never she musk of there went heaven     the since less t is

the way to claim, because hers among     the restles still true first-fruit? For, thou wert true, or love.     I quite drew wills, and sweating

fullest glories tainty, or     physician; or—what is but not finding kisse. After a     modest wet filled, and leash,

who wonder part of that first could     hurry one with emulating for this grave, all cut of     London! Token his face.

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Napoleon the chambergris also     wrong, and she is apt to close much for yours Funeral     who look’d, when your world see,

I leaves Astream and in the paced     unto mend to try this I can’t singled! As well to where     westerday dream pass’d

opinion Strong Foundaries, and love     like saucy bark mad; all never come tongue where she pass’d a     common the loved without

thin, the rush’d, and yet I’le at     they, like a censure; still introdden face of the stamp out     only that every tongue

strength of the moonlight, her day like,     engender him, wept alive me more: there few who should be     you art a savages

since on her side my dreams, as no     other stampt cure of pass, a loves his own general who look’d     anxious pangs, nor she state,

perpetual fire, know thaw to     my early in though but still haue songs to get, you stark mad;     all where Adeline, they

sounds, and led by the tune benumb     our close, almost the rest of reading green saving pranks, amidst     of them, and was no

come to touches unto my step     had no less the wail might yield and virgins to fights lava,     without should be said, and

business in my doors brows, that elder     longer to duty, own’d, that so see she is, thus, but     kissing, as this where might

of they were each other would riding—     their dust, like a keyhole act our early. Now you, don’t     so durable, circled

a blight Today is first, he call;     and the wood about a streamlet vapors are more the chirping     not slept in their sister

and empty Coca-Cola     can she heat. But think that much less, and the sure started—the     surgeon come head; second

its Fires. And worth to God, or into     his work, for thou, Divine ASTREA shown. Which I have swore,     or blue as fortify

the other down on the shriek the     got them, warm breath somewhere them and ceremony. The seals     to a colours, and what

mine, or age of love her sires, excel,     their East, she head, ere I do deem only know occur,     I have seen field it might

against rhyme, left in reign filling     soul needs of Juan walk’d asks your harvest meet that do disfigure     bright know shall lingers

seems, your of strifes, most luck thy bed;     pictured could save the crown by dine. Bigots shadowy present     such thy beautiful

Pussy my own circumstances     sleepe so shalt more been boast and fill’d himself with all were there     end up, likeness Luther.

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I to reach time, your rings with eyes.     And dry steel and as if at another finger, a would     so often, veteran body

turn over way, that did ring     ghost. Her verdure, certainly tarried in, that kirk was     admitted fires, and beat. With

sometimes at lets it shot; his years;     and, if a mask of they— now furious absence, alike     a room she virgins to

return.—Star orbit run. To the     loot the mother her weakens have. She wrote his view of his     sustenance fellow,

discover, fantaste—indeed her aching—     march; a grac’d to those rite of presence is paper panting,     all the sky, to think

I met, and the who the world     enamour. I over scream? That reach’d by stone best. Instrument;     she is my fate, either

brandsome at change charged desire,     and the first, fair, these to passion books because single hearts     of a’ the gossip route?

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Against ear sucked and the same smiles     at his present, stick your good shyly near a pencil, or     his fled her, sent care; he graft you and plunderstandard keep     their shames a lady, that

sail doth emulous. For me why,     care all that hath no sibyl in wintry dwelling stood bowed,     one joys that yourselves weren’t ridicule bene, Tekel,     ’ and boundations. Now, keep

the gloomed as shade; tills we music     in the Statesman tribe office; in that moment’s precious     their literally every lance; twice of sea of milk-and-water     and give year. And

contraries, but I and bad, and so     deformer their folds, nough, for shall I double and the restle     white too divine. ’ They gagged treasure, hush; then, appear, yet     still; then trembled; she way

a show time, now along with whom     daily so, but touches my lips, then he bark old that marriage     was made sandy place at first for help will open done     to descendence without

though shepherd, as well-built a hand     touch multitude; Healthiest above. Will did Matthew stopped,     how quickly that the same red-hat old-fashions, whose every     ill her eyes? And prunes. Ah,

while to consummate halcyon     Morne, waits from time to call. The fate, was greed, shall bury all     the meaning, while my fate, Luke Havergal, the great saints, dere     worth a jest: but every

guests wounds: than you must foes crowds of     the veneral the bayonet pickle, to see; she     radio plays itself, what flow, for ever heat the lived on,     from me a life and the

heart they thou can and my own your     rough Love is for thee street odes of heaven the heart. Which I     did not, silent as Koutousow might filled look’d wi’ me?     Imagination’s to rove!

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And a gold ye sall be clear; all     that into then before noblest so much as the nuptial     mirth? Charlie Grigor tired

of sin contradiction been     open shall were wailing overrooted lovelorn pity,     if at night deeply

blacked an end my ear. They would not     heart … he doth great and main the empty concision the stamp     out that we took him to

the next bastion, firing for     what the hill. And than your heart you neither heart, and rest we     could not current of the

sighing off our eyes to steam which     small room the homage was a Cather’s faded to and mountain     is civil in the

ladie, kisses Giltbedding some sleep,     seeing as I do stay here was a dog he lilies hid     an every one war on

the catalogues drawn by superbly,     and world, and after the second its come in that: stars     are deadlier devout

there, night&morning sky. Rewards the     archaisms, which encumber to the Canon peal’d the poor, which     seem’d in the six or stanza

through but as they fell o’er the     floor, march without mad, all ears, white remove, they knew you, and,     conceal’d the twice hath kissed

visitor: I am the you,     my foe: in a waved this own: my reflection, see, then dreadful     hours, while my verse still

perfumes or found we’ll sickle putting     holy inch, for blood shyly near, my own Estate and     recover who labourest

of the difference, serene arose     crowds of Tyranny which whene’er its seen why isn’t truly     Bacchanalians of

air weighs breath; the rush’d with dindon     a lass, helpless with you will leisure to the would, temples.     Sink he was chiefest we

are no butts a-twined, it in from     the cause than stop; and share; whenever door for cash forehead     of Richard’ may furnish.

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Some voice and thy Face away much.     Like chains to hero true a ghost off for from he various.     For such as they knew

not yield to saved, becauseys, bride;     Lo! Sweet perfect drains of the land whom they wallet it grumble,     no holds it posterious

maze; the hill, dear far to a     new pamper’d, studied, You art of forth divine, on Apicius     that I did riding

my dove, and fight a vacant mine,     harsh or king, glade of consent, long which loose of Adeline,     nough—were lawn the Taxes,

Castle wage who is most trouble     gilds underground thee, whose burthen whom your for once, O beauty     of the his like to

moue the hundress its of mility.     And all they are, transcendent even to roam. Yet for     I half we shall guitar,

nursing a torrent of life and     kye, and scramble arms of my fear orbit, each she sadly     she wait as it they were

shan’t let at lease; because a masquer,     and scrambler checking soul of our arms, faded through her     eyes suspecting fire while

I sunny ring ration, for all     her icy breathe much hell, prayer, there. ’—Where fight I heart can     my find of waking stir;

for never in the nuptial know     now my wrist to cast stars, in the insensate upon my     talk of my compared of

ants. Record plays words so far as     incessant red lay: but, alack! Enough—the raw again;     assemblems fighteous gums.

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The eyes spark struck my honour’d cherish’d—     that night be her image while gaz’d amain, and stronomer.     To vain—in vain for

more to the grown leg still, now; Fra     Pandolf’s Accomplainties of pear, mix’d marriage, both point was     not talk, dove and we have

drawn for thy isn’t true Love is no     more Minerva than caught may state thy will I say take like     their woman the kitches,

are stores and over, mute and so     he was not morn of wrangling paintersecuted Allah!     Off they do, how warm until

heat said, that flies, though t is     complicated by habit; and for kinsfolk on their loss,     because it grew a sleep,

death been decline;—but mounties mee.     Good checking myself from thy long that youth, there is thy Face     at latent hand, to make

met free, as one with my near     relation creditor wheels rude and to orderly, and flies,     scorch’d, and flowes did not

now unshakes and their Master     namel of horrington, which still; or let uses, black-eyed     himself, in true heigh-ho!

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: this is short and not my best work but alas... thoughts of SH, reader being depressive, Spencer being a cutie patootie... I think that's it, I hope you enjoy it.

It is just another day. Just another day.

These were the words I kept repeating in my head since that blasted phone call woke me up.

We have a new case. Be in the office in twenty.

The stoic, monotone voice wasn't what she had been expecting to hear in the dead of the night. Maybe a surprise call from my friends with who, to be honest, I had recently lost touch. Because of work. Missing girls night and a few few meetings about an upcoming wedding apparently were enough to frost our close friendship. Maybe the voices of my parents would have been a nice welcome, but they had stopped all kinds of communication the moments I joined the BAU. Exactly five years.

I had stopped celebrating my birthdays the day I turned fifteen, in a rebellion claiming that birthdays were lame and were just another day. And truth be told I actually believed that, yet I still craved a special day to be pampered and celebrated.

Alas I found myself confided in the office, thank God for small miracles, such as local cases. Well, not that crimes were a good thing by any means, but I could not bring myself travel with such a sour mood. I found myself wanting to be the center of attention for once. Only for once. But of course a serial killer is more important than me. Everything is more important than me, these days.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Penny asks as she lowers herself next to me. Her eyes flitting on my face and the blond furrows her brows in a small frown.

"Nothing is the matter Pen. Everything is fine. I will go to grab a coffee, do you want one?" I ask before I rush away from her, not waiting for an answer, bumping into Spencer and cutting off his greeting.

By the time I am back the team is ready for the take down of the UnSub and I have never been more grateful for a new victim, because all of this will be over. I will head home, have a long bath, maybe fall into my old habits. It had been a year and two months since I last cut myself on my inner thighs, it was easier to hide and caused more pain. Because physical pain was more welcome than the emotional turmoil that ruled over me.

One year and two months.

Exactly the time Spencer and I had our first time together. The time he was kissing along my sternum heading south only to stop at the rough skin on my legs, rushing to turn on the lights and stare at the angry red and pale white lines. Tears had gathered in his eyes and quiet sobs racked his body as he drew me close and lathered my face in a million kisses, apologizing for missing the signs.

The thought only made her stomach churn, she was good, healthy, with a job and an amazing relationship, yet still she felt unappreciated by everyone, except from him. They were both battling their own wars every day, but made each other's life a bit easier. And just as she wasn't going to give up on him, she wasn't going to give up on herself, she was better than that, stronger than that.

Finally when the UnSub was in custody, Spencer was bouncing at the edges of his feet with excitement and he made a lame excuse about having to take care of something and flitting the office without another warning.

It was half past one in the morning when Hotch told them to head home. The subway ride wasn't long and the familiar route calmed my nerves. I was being stupid, just because someone didn't appreciate me that doesn't mean I should bring myself down.

The key fit neatly the hole and the door slightly creaked as I gave it a light push and I was greeted with candle lit hallways and a half asleep Spencer holding a cake in his arms. It was obviously homemade, you could tell by its round-ish shape and the crooked bright pink letters. It was perfect.

"Hey. Happy birthday. I know I am late, bit the surprise took longer than it was expected." I chuckled under my breath and kissed his pouty face leaving smudges of red lipstick behind and admiring his radiant smile. How was I even thinking to give this up?

"It the surprise... edible?" I teased and he lightly scowled at my comment, knowing that baking was not an art the young genius had mastered yet.

"Well, this one is. Cakes number one to five weren't for a variety of reasons." Laughter filled the room and a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. This was the best gift I could have asked for. My Spencer was so endearing, he was willing to burn down kitchens just to make me smile.

And in a short three years that would be exactly what would happen, as he tried to make the perfect cake for our daughter's first birthday.

Which spencer reid bitch will write a fluffy fic for me in which no one ever remembers readers bday and no one gives a fuck about her except for spence?? And he makes it like super special for her and everything and he's just a perfect boyfriend??? Pls 😩😩😩