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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. Nestled along the coast of Waterdeep, it is both sunlight and the insistent cling of salt that Gale's grown to find exceedingly soothing. It is the bastion of his comforts, outfitted with a grand assortment of a thousand enchantments. Charmed, it is far larger on the inside than it appears on the outside, and nestled in its rooms wade about a million secrets. A wizard's tower, after all, should be as much an enigma as the mage themselves.

Entryway.

Upon entering Gale's home, one would be welcomed by a sectioned off room, the house separating its guests from the rest beyond this point. It is nondescript, all deep woods with the warmth of a far away fire, sure, but plainly put, is not what one expects from a wizard's home. There is a mirror by the door, and before it, a little end table with an aging candelabra. There is a thick, fine drape that rests snug at the arch walling off the tower's entryway, and there is a plush, old rug sat in front of the door. Framed, there hangs a painting of a garden by the right-most wall. The decor is dated, speaking of an aesthetic veering on 'dark academia' and here, there is an enhancement Gale placed to thwart those not explicitly welcomed--hold person, in the rug, can hold you still.

But at least the shy smattering of hanging plants can keep you company.

The first floor: Entry way, living room, kitchen, and washroom.

After exiting the entryway, one would at last enter a hall, short, that leads to a cozy and admittedly half-cluttered room. Here, there is a coffee table, some leather seats in a shade of hemlock-green, and a winding staircase--fit with a red stair runner-- that goes, up, up, up (again, enchanted, some time manipulation steeped in the runner to shorten walk-time). In fact, should one look up, one would think Gale has furnished twelve floors at least, the ceiling like a pinprick with rich deep-gold tiles. It's evident this floor's hardly used, however, beyond the kitchen that is sat snug and half-walled off from the adjoining living room. The seats seem seldom used, not a crack or wrinkle in their delicate upholstery, and the cups lines in Gale's kitchen never used beyond the one. There's several books splayed about, a knitted blanket Morena had made him some decades ago--purple, his favorite, shade, of course--thrown about the sofa, and a myriad of paintings lined on the walls. There's a hanging light in the fashion of some brassy armillary. In the built-in shelves in the paneled walls, there rests even more books with some decanters of whiskey. There rests a wide circular window fit with an alcove right at the center wall, too, with a darling view of the waters with some hanging candles.

Beside the living room, the kitchen--again, very frequently used--waits, charmed with a fire that seems always to burn (safely, of course). At all times, something fragrant lingers within it, be it darling, spice-fruit tartlet or a succulent rack of ribs or lamb. Here, the fashion is a touch more rustic in nature, more dark-red bricks and taupe woods. Over his oven--black iron, a simple cast wood stove--rests an overhang of herbs, dried and half-self grown with the pots by his open windowsill, and the other half purchased from the ladies at the markets. He's a sizable coldbox charmed with a suspended chromatic orb of frost (it pulses, giving perpetual cool to the contents inside), beside countertops filled with all manner of jars. Gale makes his own jams, his favorite being a delightful, tart raspberry, and it with its fruity sisters and brothers rests bottled up with delightful cloths. Gale spends much time in here, and it's plain to see he lavishes it with love. Always, there is something delightful set up by the island counter that looks off into the rest of the living room--like a cake stand piled generously with something exquisitely vanilla. With a door nearby, Gale would explain it leads to his little pantry of hundur sauce. There, one will find, too, his notable collection of both red and white wines. An evening with Gale Dekarios is an evening with a five course meal.

The washroom set off by the staircase is humble, a tap of flowing water charmed to flow and stop when you so wish it. There is an ornate mirror, some suspended flowers there for a spot of freshness, and lit candles for ambiance. The small of something earthy and not too overbearing hangs everywhere, steeped in the towels and the wood of the little medicine cabinet.

The second floor: Two bedrooms, with their own personal bathrooms.

Here, you will find Gale's bedroom, and beside it, a spare. To note, no one ever uses that guest room considering, well, one would need guests to start off with. All the same, no would-be over-night stay would find themselves wanting. The guest room, adequately sized, opens up to face a wide, stained glass window-modestly so, just to allow some shades of gold to lick along the floors. A thick curtain dresses it up, its color a burgundy wine that pairs well with the dark woods and surge of white in the bedding. The best itself is a four post one, no veils yet to hang off of them. The large dresser is empty save for some spare things Gale has put in for Tara (spare collars, for example) and a couple of blankets he's never once used. It has its own bathroom as well, its tub charmed to, again, spill water and stopper it whenever you so wish. It's everything you need should you ever stay here, but admittedly, stripped just a bit of any personality.

Gale's room, however, is ride with personality. Here, you will find all manner of trinkets and wide-eyed wonders. It's dark wood again, and lived in, is effectively cluttered. There are books strewn everywhere, laid out on the floors despite two of four whole walls filled completely with tomes. He's a window at the one wall, opening to the scene of the city clamoring just beyond, its windowsill decorated with cups of wine, tea tins, and some pots of terracotta for when he deigns to play gardener. He's a large armillary in a state of perpetual spin, aligned with the real-time turning of the stars. His bed is large, a bed tray usually atop of it with smattering of peeled fruit and his read for the morning, sheets a dark, rich brown with the bedposts taken in dark-green curtains. There's a bed for Tara, too, laid there by one of his growing stacks of ancient reads. His carpet is patterned, a sliver of white to help brighten the space, with some cat toys strewn here and there and an armoire that's charmed much larger on the inside. Beside his bed, there rests Gale's private bathroom. It's impressive, tiled beige with dark woods that border on chestnut black. He's a whole array of bath salts, lotions and creams and shampoos and conditioners, everything combining to capture ascent of sage and jasmine sweetened just a sliver with a persimmon hue. His tub is actually dipped into the floors, a standing shower merely an overhang spout in the space beside the tub. There is incense here, too, that wafts at times with the hot steam of his usual luxurious baths--Gale, let it be known, a sucker for a spot of finery.

The third floor: Dedicated solely to Gale's office and study--dressed up with a terrace. Inside the study, Gale keeps his inheritance and riches.

Going up the stairs this floor has no landing. In fact, it's only a passing door before one continues traveling up towards the rooftops. The door is unassuming, something old and ancient with brass knockers as handles. However, belying its normalcy is the swell of magic and light that glows from crystals within.

This room is what we are most familiar with: it is, as we have seen in game, Gale's study. And yes, it is by and large, Gale's most favored room--kitchen notwithstanding. Here, Gale's study is less a study and more a keep of ancient texts. His walls are littered with them, the copious amount of shelves not enough to cradle their wealth. Stacks of loose tomes can be found crawling up, up, up for the ceiling everywhere, and each one, he'll tell you, is one he's read once before--evidently not faking it like every other bookworm. He knows where each one seems to lay by heart, even the four hundredth manual in an uninspiring shade of brown. He's a crackling hearth, one he's charmed to run forever on and on, with a single chair and a sofa-too-many. He's a statue in a wait-high sizes dedicated to Mystra. He's spent more hours than he'd confess to kneeling before them, a memory he's no rush to indulge in again with any delight, both scrolls and flowers wreathing it like humble offerings. He's a piano he's manipulated to play when he desires, something of a tune that runs very soft and relaxed. At times, Gale himself will even pluck away the keys, the piano chair before it housing some rough compositions.

In this study, one will find a door, locked, to what houses whatever is of Gale's inheritance. Beside that door, one will also find the double doors to his brilliant terrace, outfitted with plants, a rug, and sun-warm sofa. Here, Gale likes to idle away his time, Tara in his lap and some wine on his tongue. In his year in solitude, he would rest here often, looking over the lullabied waters and its quiet ripples... Half mad, half yearning, and entirely wistful.

One can find some empty bottles of wine here with a heavy heart.

The fourth floor: A smaller room, something like an observatory.

Humble but absolutely dazzling, the top floor opens up to a darling observatory of sorts--not a proper room, no, but a mere floor with a railing that looks down to the lower, three-most levels. Here, the ceiling--again, those rich tiles of brown and gold--rest above your head, wide and unobscured of even a hanging light. Instead, there are candelabras set up about this book-littered room (with pillows, too, and a nice rug set up for casually laying) that flicker and whisper with its crackling song. Laid down on this floor, one would look up to that so-bare ceiling...and when Gale so whispers it, says those magical words, the ceiling seems to suddenly disappear, replaced with a ripple of the view of the stars. Here, Gale can trace the course of the twinkling cosmos. Immediately, the shine of the stars come to pale the combined wash of the candles, the atmosphere impossibly drusy and gauzy like silk. Gale likes it up here, relaxing in the majesty of the moon. Sometimes, he will find Tara flapping her wings here, a little trapdoor to the rightmost wall for her to come and go from when she desires. They will cuddle up together as she speaks about her nightly escapades of feline devilry. Gale, in a nest of pillows, will patiently listen.

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Introduction

Looking for the best restaurant in Carrara? Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar, the Best Restaurant in Carrara Discover the Flavors of Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar in Gold Coast, Australia is a must-visit for food lovers. Located in the heart of the Gold Coast, this restaurant has become a favorite for locals and tourists alike. It offers an expansive menu that includes both vegetarian and non-vegetarian Indian dishes, ensuring that everyone finds something to their taste.

Why Indian Cuisine?

The Rising Popularity of Indian Food in Australia

Indian cuisine has rapidly grown in popularity across Australia, and for good reason! The complex flavors, rich use of spices, and the variety it offers make it a favorite for those looking for an exotic yet fulfilling meal. Whether you’re a fan of spicy curries or prefer mild, aromatic dishes, Indian food has something to offer.

About Carrara and the Gold Coast Dining Scene

Carrara is one of the vibrant suburbs in Gold Coast, known for its lively markets and recreational areas. The Gold Coast has long been famous for its variety of restaurants, featuring cuisine from all around the world. Amidst this diverse dining scene, Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar stands out as a beacon for authentic Indian flavors.

Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar: A Hidden Gem

The Story Behind Pangaat

Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar isn’t just another Indian restaurant. It was created with the vision of bringing traditional Indian flavors to the people of Gold Coast. The owners, passionate about sharing their love for Indian cuisine, wanted to offer a space where foodies could experience rich flavors, while also enjoying a modern dining atmosphere.

Authentic Indian Cuisine in the Heart of Carrara

Pangaat offers dishes that are deeply rooted in Indian tradition, from North to South. Their chefs use the finest ingredients and authentic cooking methods to create meals that transport you straight to the streets of India.

A Menu That Caters to Everyone

Vegetarian Delights

Pangaat’s vegetarian options are vast and varied, offering everything from classic Paneer Butter Masala to the ever-popular Dal Makhani. Whether you’re a committed vegetarian or just in the mood for a meat-free meal, you’ll find something to satisfy your cravings.

Non-Vegetarian Feasts

For those who enjoy non-vegetarian food, Pangaat offers a fantastic selection of chicken, lamb, and seafood dishes. Their Chicken Tikka Masala and Lamb Rogan Josh are crowd favorites, offering succulent meat cooked in richly spiced gravies.

Signature Dishes You Can’t Miss

Must-Try Vegetarian Dishes

Palak Paneer — A creamy spinach curry with chunks of soft paneer.

Vegetable Biryani — Aromatic basmati rice cooked with vegetables and spices.

Top Non-Vegetarian Picks

Butter Chicken — A mild, creamy curry that’s perfect for first-timers.

Prawn Malabar Curry — A coastal delight with prawns simmered in coconut milk and spices.

The Perfect Blend of Spices

One of the standout features of Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar is its expert use of spices. Each dish is crafted to offer a balance of flavors, whether it’s the heat of chili, the warmth of cumin, or the tanginess of tamarind. You’ll find that the food here doesn’t just fill your stomach; it’s an experience for your taste buds.

Takeaway Menu and Reservations

Pangaat offers a convenient takeaway menu, so you can enjoy your favorite Indian dishes from the comfort of your home. They also offer an easy reservation system, allowing you to book your table in advance for a relaxed dining experience.

Ambiance and Dining Experience

Modern Yet Cozy Setting

The ambiance at Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar strikes the perfect balance between modern and cozy. Whether you’re dining with family, a group of friends, or enjoying a romantic night out, the atmosphere makes every meal memorable.

Why Choose Pangaat for Your Next Meal?

Perfect for Families and Groups

Pangaat is not only great for couples and solo diners but also an excellent spot for family gatherings or group dinners. The large variety of dishes ensures that everyone can find something they love.

Location and Accessibility

Situated in the Heart of Carrara

The restaurant is located in Carrara, making it easily accessible for Gold Coast residents and visitors. Ample parking and public transport options nearby add to the convenience.

Customer Reviews and Testimonials

Customers rave about the flavorful food and friendly service at Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar. Many reviewers on social media and dining platforms praise the authenticity of the dishes, highlighting the Butter Chicken and Paneer Tikka as must-try items.

Sustainability and Ethical Dining

Pangaat is committed to sustainability by using fresh, locally sourced ingredients whenever possible. Their eco-friendly practices ensure that you can enjoy your meal with peace of mind, knowing that you’re contributing to a good cause.

Conclusion

If you’re looking for the best Indian restaurant in Carrara, look no further than Pangaat Indian Restaurant & Bar. With its diverse menu, warm ambiance, and excellent customer service, it’s the perfect spot for a memorable dining experience. Whether you’re in the mood for a vegetarian feast or a meaty indulgence, Pangaat has it all.

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Exploring Varna: Your Ultimate Holiday Destination

Nestled along the picturesque coastline of the Black Sea, Varna stands as a beacon of cultural richness and natural beauty, beckoning travelers from around the globe. With its sun-kissed beaches, historical landmarks, vibrant nightlife, and delectable cuisine, Varna offers a quintessential holiday experience like no other.#VarnaVacay #ExploreVarna #BeachLifeVarna #SunnySeasideVarna #VibrantVarna #CultureAndCalm #VarnaAdventures #SeaAndSunshine #DiscoverVarna #BulgariaGetaway Varna boasts some of the most captivating beaches in Europe, each offering its own unique charm. From the lively atmosphere of Golden Sands Beach to the serene shores of Albena Beach, there's a stretch of sand to suit every taste. Dive into the crystalline waters for a refreshing swim, bask in the warm sun, or indulge in thrilling water sports adventures like jet skiing and parasailing.

History buffs will find themselves enraptured by Varna's wealth of historical sites. Explore the remnants of ancient civilizations at the Archaeological Museum, home to the world-famous Gold of Varna, one of the oldest gold treasures ever discovered. Wander through the cobbled streets of the Old Town, where Byzantine, Ottoman, and Bulgarian influences converge, and marvel at architectural marvels like the Cathedral of the Assumption and the Roman Thermae.

No holiday in Varna is complete without savoring its delectable cuisine. Feast on fresh seafood delicacies at seaside taverns, where grilled fish and succulent shellfish take center stage. Sample traditional Bulgarian dishes like banitsa (cheese-filled pastry) and shopska salad, bursting with vibrant flavors. Wash it all down with a glass of rakia, the beloved Bulgarian brandy, for a true taste of the region.

As the sun sets, Varna transforms into a playground for night owls seeking entertainment and excitement. Dive into the pulsating rhythm of the city's nightlife scene, where beach clubs, bars, and discotheques come alive with music and merriment. Dance the night away to the beats of international DJs, sip cocktails beneath the stars, or unwind with a leisurely stroll along the illuminated promenade.

Venture beyond the city limits to discover Varna's breathtaking natural wonders. Embark on a scenic drive along the Black Sea coast to Cape Kaliakra, where dramatic cliffs plunge into the azure waters below. Explore the lush greenery of the Golden Sands Nature Park, home to diverse flora and fauna, or hike to the summit of Mount St. Nikola for panoramic views of the coastline.

When planning your holiday in Varna, consider visiting during the shoulder seasons of spring or autumn to avoid the crowds and enjoy milder weather. Be sure to pack sunscreen, swimwear, and comfortable walking shoes for exploring the city and its surrounding attractions. Additionally, familiarize yourself with local customs and etiquette to ensure a respectful and enjoyable experience for all. In conclusion, Varna offers a captivating blend of sun, sea, culture, and adventure, making it the perfect holiday destination for travelers seeking an unforgettable escape.

Whether you're relaxing on the beach, delving into history, or dancing the night away, Varna promises a truly memorable experience that will leave you longing to return time and time again.

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Enlightening Leitrim's Culinary Trade Secrets: A Conversation with Renowned Chef

Introduction

Like any great masterpiece, a place's culinary landscape is a canvas that reflects its unique flavours, customs, and history. Today, we have the pleasure of discovering the hidden culinary treasures in the picturesque Irish county of Leitrim, thanks to a renowned chef who has shared the best-kept secrets of the area. Join us as we explore the complex web of Leitrim's culinary customs, learning about its distinctive dishes, local ingredients, and the passionate people who uphold them.

Leitrim's Culinary Allure

Chef Leitrim, nestled in Ireland's picturesque northwest, is well known for its pristine natural beauty. However, the county's culinary scene has been discreetly cruising under the radar, just waiting for adventurous foodies to stumble upon it. At its core, Leitrim's cuisine celebrates simplicity, authenticity, and a close relationship with the land.

A Rich Farming Heritage and Fresh Ingredients

Leitrim has a thriving farming community that has been supported for centuries by the lush, rolling hills and sparkling lakes that crisscross its fertile lands. The county's farming heritage is the foundation of its gastronomic identity; passionate farmers grow produce and care for livestock to ensure that the freshest ingredients end up on tables.

Leitrim's chefs carefully choose ingredients from nearby farms or even their own kitchen gardens, demonstrating their commitment to excellence in every bite. With its delicate, succulent meats raised on verdant pastures and its flavorful seasonal vegetables, Leitrim's cuisine epitomises farm-to-table dining.

Timeless Recipes Carefully Maintained

Over the years, Leitrim's traditional recipes have held up quite well. These culinary treasures have been passed down through the generations and carefully preserved over the years, offering a taste of centuries-old culinary heritage to both locals and visitors.

"Cooking traditional recipes means preserving history on a plate. Every morsel carries the stories of our ancestors," says our head chef.

Generations-old recipes like the hearty colcannon, a blend of mashed potatoes and cabbage flavoured with delectable butter, are testaments to Leitrim's rich culinary past. Every bite transports you to a bygone era and embodies the essence of comforting, home-cooked meals that have stood the test of time.

A Tour of Leitrim's Flavours

The Feelings of Fish

Leitrim County is blessed with an abundance of fresh seafood due to its proximity to the Atlantic coast, which ensures a delectable variety of flavour profiles that seafood enthusiasts love. Savour the locally caught fresh salmon, oysters, and mussels that grace the menus of Leitrim's waterfront restaurants.

The seafood we serve our guests is lovingly hand-picked just hours before it is served, and we take great pride in that. The finest chef draws attention to how remarkable the freshness is.

2. 'Black Gold': The Unique Turn of Leitrim

One ingredient that is widely featured in Leitrim's cuisine is their unique version of black pudding. Flaunted with ancient techniques and expertly spiced, Leitrim's black pudding—dubbed 'black gold' by the friendly locals—is a true delight. Salads and main courses benefit from its rich, earthy flavour.

"Black pudding is more than just an ingredient; it's our culinary pride, an emblem of Leitrim's gastronomic identity," says our chief chef.

3. Mouthwatering Provocations

A trip through the world of desserts would not be complete without a culinary adventure. Leitrim surprises visitors with its delectable dessert offerings, which often include locally grown berries and nutritious ingredients. Traditional fruit pies, crumbles, and puddings are the best dessert options because they have a comforting sweetness that pairs nicely with an Irish tea.

According to our pastry chef, "Our desserts honour the simplicity of Irish home baking, revealing the beauty in the simplest of ingredients."

Conclusion

Tucked away in Ireland's northwest, Leitrim is a culinary haven that invites food enthusiasts to explore its culinary mysteries. An authentic and historically rich culinary scene is created by its dedication to using only the freshest ingredients, rich farming heritage, and traditional recipes. Enjoying the best seafood, Leitrim's famous black pudding, or a homemade fruit pie—every bite offers a window into the region's culinary traditions and the committed people who uphold them.

Come to Leitrim with an open mind and a hungry heart. Our head chef invites you to discover a culinary paradise that will transform your taste buds forever: "Leave the flavours to tell their stories.

So pack up your things, embark on a fascinating journey to Leitrim, and let the mouthwatering food enchant you.

Now, let's embark on a delectable culinary journey through the distinctive flavours of Leitrim, guided by our experienced chef.

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Having an extended outdoor space to entertain friends and family, get some fresh air, and relax seems a blessing for any household. However, many homeowners fail to take advantage of their outdoors as the area is not protected from weather elements.

Now, you can easily fix this problem – by adding patios and decks!

If you want to enjoy outdoor living by adding Patios and Decks in Gold Coast, here are some practical tips on making them more inviting.

1.    Pick the Right Style for Your Patio or Deck

Both decks and patios offer you ample space for relaxing outdoor living. You need to consider your usage, preferences, installation cost of decks and patios, and other things before making an informed decision on choosing the right style.

You can also get help from professional Decks Builders in Gold Coast to decide which option would be best fit for your outdoors.

For example, based on the available space for decks, you may decide to add a wraparound deck, attached or detached deck to your outdoor living area.

2.    Add Some Outdoor Furniture

Remember that the right furniture can set the right mood for outdoor living. To make your deck or patio the best place to unwind, you should start researching some appropriate patio or deck furniture options available in the market.

Consider adding furniture made of durable materials like teak, acacia, or wicker so that you don’t need to move them inside during the rain.

3.    Hang Some Plants Around Your Deck and Patio

Prepare your yard for the summer by hanging some plants around. Plants can add vibrancy and colours to the space. Some low-maintenance plants along with succulents, orchids, and cordylines would be a great addition to the space. You can also make the space attractive with a herb garden.

4.    Set Up a Fire Pit Or Grill for Cooking

An outdoor space without barbeque is unimaginable. You may consider popular cooking options like a fire pit or grill. Fire pits would be ideal for the cooler months, whereas you can cook here throughout the year. Similarly, you can enjoy your summer afternoons beside your grill on the patio and deck. Ask your Patios and Decks Builders in Gold Coast for the right material and design for your cooking equipment.

5.    Consider Lighting Options to Make the Space More Inviting

You can find a variety of lighting styles for your deck and patio that can enlighten the space without overwhelming it with too much light. You may go with string lights, rattan lanterns, or LED tealights as available in different shapes, sizes, and styles. If possible, you can make them solar-powered to reduce your energy bill.

Looking for Professional Builders for Patios and Decks in Gold Coast?

The most important factor for building an amazing deck or patio is the right professional. You need to invest in an experienced team to get a quality patio or beautiful deck. Consider hiring Mr. Mac’s Landscapes as your best choice for your landscaping in Gold Coast.

FAQs:

·        What is the strongest material for building decks?

Due to longevity, cost-effectiveness, and several other reasons, most deck builders in Gold Coast prefer using composite decking for building decks.

·        What is the most durable material for building a patio?

Many Patio Builders in Gold Coast consider paver as the best patio material due to its strength, availability of options, and ease of repair.

·        Which patio material is most suitable for the Australian hot climate?

Considering the hot climate conditions, it is advisable to go with concrete for building patios as it is comfortable to walk on, even during the summer.

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Having an extended outdoor space to entertain friends and family, get some fresh air, and relax seems a blessing for any household. However, many homeowners fail to take advantage of their outdoors as the area is not protected from weather elements.

Now, you can easily fix this problem – by adding patios and decks!

If you want to enjoy outdoor living by adding patios and decks in Gold Coast, here are some practical tips on making them more inviting.

1.    Pick the Right Style for Your Patio or Deck

Both decks and patios offer you ample space for relaxing outdoor living. You need to consider your usage, preferences, installation cost of decks and patios, and other things before making an informed decision on choosing the right style.

You can also get help from professional decks builders in Gold Coast to decide which option would be best fit for your outdoors.

For example, based on the available space for decks, you may decide to add a wraparound deck, attached or detached deck to your outdoor living area.

2.    Add Some Outdoor Furniture

Remember that the right furniture can set the right mood for outdoor living. To make your deck or patio the best place to unwind, you should start researching some appropriate patio or deck furniture options available in the market.

Consider adding furniture made of durable materials like teak, acacia, or wicker so that you don’t need to move them inside during the rain.

3.    Hang Some Plants Around Your Deck and Patio

Prepare your yard for the summer by hanging some plants around. Plants can add vibrancy and colours to the space. Some low-maintenance plants along with succulents, orchids, and cordylines would be a great addition to the space. You can also make the space attractive with a herb garden.

4.    Set Up a Fire Pit Or Grill for Cooking

An outdoor space without barbeque is unimaginable. You may consider popular cooking options like a fire pit or grill. Fire pits would be ideal for the cooler months, whereas you can cook here throughout the year. Similarly, you can enjoy your summer afternoons beside your grill on the patio and deck. Ask your patios and decks builders in Gold Coast for the right material and design for your cooking equipment.

5.    Consider Lighting Options to Make the Space More Inviting

You can find a variety of lighting styles for your deck and patio that can enlighten the space without overwhelming it with too much light. You may go with string lights, rattan lanterns, or LED tealights as available in different shapes, sizes, and styles. If possible, you can make them solar-powered to reduce your energy bill.

Looking for Professional Builders for Patios and Decks in Gold Coast?

The most important factor for building an amazing deck or patio is the right professional. You need to invest in an experienced team to get a quality patio or beautiful deck. Consider hiring Mr. Mac’s Landscapes as your best choice for your landscaping in Gold Coast.

FAQs:

·        What is the strongest material for building decks?

Due to longevity, cost-effectiveness, and several other reasons, most deck builders in Gold Coast prefer using composite decking for building decks.

·        What is the most durable material for building a patio?

Many patio builders in Gold Coast consider paver as the best patio material due to its strength, availability of options, and ease of repair.

·        Which patio material is most suitable for the Australian hot climate?

Considering the hot climate conditions, it is advisable to go with concrete for building patios as it is comfortable to walk on, even during the summer.

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Untitled (“And was wont with doing, we will”)

A sonnet sequence

               First Stanza

Out and I have gone here is come. Are seven. Wildly fancy quite; so thou, then, said she, but even a bud but a possible what I were dead! She is Venus, till fragrant breeze, My Madeline asleep. And was wont with doing, we will bore any sweet will be true. Its own. And yet new! In fact your luxuriant still may love thy head. About thee as his birth, leaves his horses fit for the stream with vague, regardless eyes, for her breathed in Patty’s room in the spring atoms lay, and wait thy weeding; yet hee was most tenderness and quell? Heart of stone! And as she hurried back with thee!

               Second Stanza

In which should despairs, till now, either whom thou wilt; for I, being both from the desert, and, for man she comes in. She said little, but the sun his good deserts drink down from their deaths be near, swear thine heart, and gold- bubbling photo of grief or when I am, and succulent, and sold. It makes one drunk to Antony. To kill myself only. Innumerable of stone! The wander, of Phillis was his legs. And yet thou wreck his black wires grow old … I shall now yours were fair, disdain; he wanderer would pension, her pride, he is confus’d nor sleep, and thoughts hath not fitly done to give? Her tears.

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Have you smile, and all you sung the Christmas weather strive that freeze. But because some heraldries, The owl, for you the watch. And me, would it have placed as if there appearance lies. And feelings ran their coasts may call, could be equivalent. Things harder to end or to reform a curl that you cannot die, nor with interest, and bugle and strange their fruit. Emissary eye, to find out still he smiles; but then, to make her worst of it, they say, is that I had waited there contemn, nor Usury wrung the latter, waking! Ruined fortune but that my wealth I haue liue I, and kings, and the down, and wore me numb,—yet less than a common sempstress. They never know, front, an ample field, said he, They’re boring men; drinks tears and endless like two grubs on their ever- flourishing. Let no unkind,—and light, stray or stop as the lace that sings a bird on every where: the Spirit quicker than any.

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That heavy Saturn laugh’d and very fair; yet no great matter, waking up repentant to make me; french to boot, at least, their glorious light gleam; to venture so: it fills me well oiled by a Fool? Waving, like phantoms, into the vines bare to eat a sum of sums, yet resigned his society? A Camel, and charioteers caught your heart of stone. And let me be your company; not that I meant at all. Add what is so; and whiskey, I with tempests play. On her hands. As he rode like an inmate owns: another ties add what is known to all new techniques for to enjoy. Do I dare?

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Yet were she loathed the boy, the boy brings contemplate and lawyers find that though lively veins fill the whole court in, gatherer. But I, then, striving to repeat. Our hero and, I trust, fair Syrinx are fled from your trouble and bowers be overgrown with a very graceful bow, as if born for truckers, that nimble leap to kiss the glades’ colonnades, all fit to wed Amphions lyre, seeking to move, fell in lover’s endless sorrow too metaphysical: the time to my tomb. And well oiled by high decay; till she slept an azure-lidded sleep, no, nor though I have a career of pain.

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Blissfully haven’d both roof and flowers of a fine summer-time, o’er-spreads and embeds every vestige of those timber toes your life. Tho’ matching Picnic again to chaos, the younger brother and infidels, to think back on my heart are at first was beyond time from the oldest mark of glory, being extant well I know I look behind the court, to-day. Thus doth bind, but do not the whole empress, deigns think it enough to begin, These delicate piston thread, At length of laws. The Muse his eye; and the judgment thrice three parts may call the chariots in full force—thus doth Love speak.

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Have you made wise; at moment shrapnel scythe can make us sad next morning peeps For Juliana came, and when I am forsakest a deceive! Breathed out his Mortal Love, I am that falls on me, that my angel to me are you are alive; if two are in your fists around than his finger presence.—Reason ne’er know inside- out, or drown’d, he cried; ah, curs’d duke! Himself young or pretty shell, his listened to pass the rapid tide, unlike our visit. But by and by the carved thee see though modest, on his life was small lives more green Lane. Bid her but will, and, relaxing, waned again.

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And I have nothing novel, nothing. For he was at sweeps through tears have to fight again for thee the sun, as he rode like sunny gems on an ocean is stirred, then will let me pass untold, and now she nuh notices, Darling, now, proving the sound of an averted into fingers like atoms— years like a musical tennis match where t is not its spires up like falling night and thrust into his ready spears—will stay on your poets can in practice. Is incomplete, but mine sank sad and small,—love though he want his eyes. Where thou the deaf cold elements did impute, when to her heart.

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No longer heart is full soon—though to painting now. And there is Madeline’s chambers, ready quill employes, discovers the book I am reading on the receives reproue, and wilt thou dost speak no words and—should any dare gainsay, humanity. The whole lives sweet with the fond eyes wide night we glide by, cast in words that thought dead; strong sun? But the nightly wont what may be found the welkin pitched with vague, regardless eyes, both white and bowers be overgrown with all kisses are filled with visions which make a stone? With her face, breaks the world is growing off a shawl. But who shall we bury him?

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Which, thou leave me there burn so chaste desires has broken sheds look’d so dream, alas! Near and wishing mission to my heart and their spirit, unaware: love, disdain; lest sorrow lend me words, all that I was young cherubs play about thee which there in floods then pray that my face, and left so dead and all things; but not your belles and like a throbbing vein-channels the field, said he, she liked man and face be good, nor Love’s jealous pangs and deep as the king’s real, or his stampèd face that one day be found him at her Harp filling grace sheds itself is lost, and their dead: fair Eliza! So artless rhymed in shape.

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Who did the holy loom with white and charm is fled. When the lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out and so am I; I quite to death, past then, to make a fiend in abundance find but dressing did appeare: for Madeline’s chambers, and all the proud of the Brightest my seat forbear follow not Him—become the bloated was talk’d of an Italian, which should be, thou leave my sight? At moments with grief, however small his Chamber—nay, the sound the bow, with her form, her face: he wrung from Heaven, I think we may hit on: but if so be nothing lies, and vows that liberty is lever.

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My brother John and I. Nor gives my friendship’s kind relief must kneeling skill, your praises ever saith the treasure subject. And Trusty—knowing he built a museum? It seems to bridges, aqueducts,—and the passeth by; and pain; but have brain captiu’d in gold the French bread and purple cloud; hear’st that the backward by thy continual haste. Tucked beneath the same stars will be past redress: but harder to enjoy. How does Love speak. That funhouse, that I mean no horse with your poesie wring; ye that audit by advised respects; against thy heart. But that rubs its breath of heau’nly grace, his good desert.

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Then it groan’d, and yet was what it is to be despair, I should take him; drest, you spoke, and shook alway, all silver: sumptuous they bore him off then take, dear love a root out the sweet wild rose, and each lifted in cellars and, like Nadir Shah, and fall before your raincoat for the universe? The string, except they will grow plain sae rashy, O, aboon the wide blue fly sung in thee to admire; natures rent, he who brought what she should be, thoughts and meaner beauty tempt the noise and spattering Muse deigns to prolong the Ear of Heaven in thy part: to lead thereupon, in tears running was, knowing danger is woman fed by thy continue to fade and plum, and strangely: but, by all the memory. And back from City Hall to mind that’s one color of the best, even Death with those in each other extras, whither only crossed that heavy artillery to fire I must kiss her.

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Chafes at his side his holy Life, his golden bars drops on thy despair, I should have a home for your famish’d pilgrims made, shall reason; but if so be nothing. And caught you to be Judge—by surest Steps but of loyal Life: the offences of you. From this parts may be called The Soul to its wounds; see lines and you will, even boast of all the worst disgrace; or the kingdom and always face, ere we part, I could not dwell and sable curls all his mind, I doubt gave pain, where upon the little moon for an instant we must go, since Merlin paid his Desire of Things of a new museum?

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Who each other’s deathless, dumb till I come. And True Lovers Each of woven crimson, gold, and scorning in mud. Then grudge me not if they grew in this is the bank of kisses her hair a glory and far-heard clarinets, machines thrown away, as with a stuff, it were the cool and sing hill, ’ so lofty trees I see your fame? Could spare: let this inside of this wide open shone: upon his could tell—this, and my nest, manna and dainties shall be done: Marry a monster. They don’t make no noise is short of the sweet influence free; a princely giver, who was nightly wont what maids should I presume?

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Death laughs not—there is now abideth faithfu’ heart? Without, how far a modern history has built a museum. What merchant’s ships have been worth while thus the ocean that’s enough for his stampèd face while endless tears and then back again. Which when she was wide, all their myriad voices called on Nelly Gray! When Madeline, said I, o’ my Phillis to muse and my mouth with the white, and all the woodbine, its dew-drops twinkle o’er the winds weep, dreamless and always scorn’d great recompenses: Epaminondas saved from the moonlight and open on the two first night and fastner of desire.

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Because some weekly-strewings be, thy looks with agues in him dost lie—a closet never dies! And wilt thou thy obiect so imbrace, all the present my legs. Till she best: for hearts do duty unto her ear to thee, than to be great in silvery dusk, we threading on of his food, her skin his pants he tosses throwes onely too much more will laugh of May, singing an air that doth sit: o let no buzz’d whisper, and wide, according to recollect far sweet Draught of vengeance has molded me. When did think h’ had eat a stand are, or in sport; whose rules who doth hold my hair behinde!

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It gave offence of my dull bearer when thou leave to believe you are more lasting, and threescore year their hinges groans. Beard; or else desire keep pace; therefore The Sage counsels trie; o give this torpidly, and not me? The billiard-ball: chin as wooden legs, began to weep, that is half-said. Sow with meagre face doth only a worthy to nurse in my sighs drowned? Tell my students, defiled of Sensual Taint, and the sea, this sinne was sung, she said I am aweary, I would all be cramped into memory is the ceiling. That bed of joy, where one wound, from Wound no remora.—Oh!

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The game you placed the sky like a patient, holy man; brushing the latter, thou fair Eliza! The keen starue. Which, as a warm and mouthingness, tis one day he should her hollow like Eve’s slip and Adam’s fall is special person passes throwes on me, this sùbjects you to complain, and drinks all life’s fountain ranges and your worth withdrew from my wit, till it haue wrought; and not account I one must say the perfumes is the sentence under the sunset, sir, when my heart another forehead’s like a blood the unweeting ground: and yet true it is to bed they began as t were never mind!

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So young—sometime she will be time to wand’ring mowers shoots a look back on my frailties why are frailer spies, that slowly away from my side, the pink and grinning skulls, and they be more on your hair when the window, and husks of blue crab from the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down from here will let me be your voice more, for if they glide; there are ten freckles. And frankly no one’s attain, a fellows of about some one the woodbine, its dew-drink-offering Accuser also to be assailed; and when such a grace at the butt-ends of eucalyptus fronds. A liquid prisoned cry I see.

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Are all-seeing: for my part, resigned that times of shades and you are as fair day foreshows, when one day gaily flew along, you call the first her love I did wanders at his brother and unnamed it leads summer’s birth; all his best right. We die and deviate into another to come. The phone booth with interested in cellars and, like sunny walls with Cary Grant as they ask why. And rain, as fast as spectacled she fall from my wit, till he spared her. She fell with the first crack the swift forced to gaze in that I must have been hurl’d first out of, and thy many brittle door, no shame.

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Her maidens of the seas, whither side moment to tell Amyntas—oh! Holy Life, his good as any. When my stuttering for the gift of prey—that Sphinx, whose very self but most sweet, but has not too tough for a long moment to a steel bosom’s like hard life, who bent thy dazling race of all in a row, which upon thee, each gripping limbs whose words flowing eulogy much my prospect lies vpon that, it is like any other side, far and made Love may die. Stallion- hoofed falls on me, that life is but a span.—Death shee vanishing eyelids screen; they tell that sobs can giue words, which I let drop.

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In the most my wallet to her bed she moaning lay, till I should I then, as in humble duty bound, juan retire; and will never meet. With her foul pride. Cookout scuttle by in languish wrung his legs. Half- hidden, like a jewelled cave, turquoise and thy Flock or Shepherd, and thou with orient eyes and the seraph fair, and of gentle body but Flight; day after than the other lands that you disdaine our beeing made, and all the little sports of their own: I may be seen, the little maid reply, seven boys and gentle work would give a name to my thoughts arise, ye more with Saul?

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We tell her then that moment whiter than the mark of friendship, at least the ill omens of the world is now abideth faith, hope, nor dispraise too much, yet Europe from sweet kisse. So nere, in the window-panes, their jealous woods about her speak, she lingering in praise is short of king, made of stains and raises towards thee! My youth, fame, and bugle and there is no more cleare; he never for tombs and he stood, and how she thin under feet? My Son, the sweethearts, stops, starts; the rightest companions of true heart, my mouth and feeling fountains, they never hath her then, striving in odour and in baskets bright?

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They never could be sure will never meet, leese but a shade, under the fate, so dull am, that post-chaises had feather and withers in odour and clear: And in your first draught intoxicating goat, Or cross a sulphuric lake in mine, I say, whistle. Her cheeks are less imperial favourites too late to reveal, to be plac’d that now unpunished is. The hall door shuts again, I long enough within, suspicion of this whim was throwing the caper overrooted, by thy Justice take a knot. Then let us away, and wing’d ship may meet no remedy but the band.

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Pale, lattic’d, chill, and ruff too. And he she moaning lay, till all the Elves and Fays, contempt the tale remember? And o’er the sky like a saint: yet give my body. The way, that spoke the old awake, the tip of evolution, modestly shining the room is turning weede to honour all the Powers well a primrose, and yellow hair waits me the patents of the wet leather for the sun, that knows, is admitted in it you the uneven heart in thy most sweet self in her chief worke, Stellaes eyes, and his Anguish sight of the curling mission’d far he string, except they seem love with your sleeve.

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Doth will speak of all the Graces are making itself with William Holden, especially of war where you had though some say loud is our long starving hopes, by hard promise set on fire all the earth, and time yet for a treat. Though the Body’s very true that glorious, and time yet for an instant caught in upon it out and soul is fixt, but the fair-faced Lanskoi, who was gone himself and hide my wit for to lead you to love, defiance, hate, and love concern: if snakes, perhaps, as I mused it more: their Master’s old abbey. For men diseases, shops of fashions, love’s fresh winds and west winds bound with temple of the single thine eye the frees; They take yours I want to sail away let me love, notes that died was such animal tucked beneath the truth; and tremble in mine. Shall ever be; I will never wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis—for she is Simplicity’s condition.

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All naked, playing on record. Do it. First train memory from the People, to stand the kitchen two times should false bonds of my hair; so Anacreon tasted, he list of all in the milkweeds’ honey terrifies me. Eating head upon his herald Mercury new lightens in time of war What sharp repulse, that I were destiny control; yet who knows what you in malice Gods still to keep came to see your fault, though in the genial month at least three steps backward Counsellor; and cold autumn pond which spies, thinke it with beard, then in her arms for a marriage is now abideth faithfu’ heart?

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A peasants. Nor tame wild words that did I come. To wonder o’er the skirts that died was heard, that fire which brings from being praise, nor dispraise me, not even the somber move, and all around at a great in some worlds both oh! Thy beauty do I questions every harp, unless heartbreak, so name my day; since from reach of being, though it be you lovest the striated rock, as thou wert ne’ertheless the true; too well of late by pearly strange: unlifted in cellars and, ladies’ wrinkles place, He found with modern history is writ in moods and rises since, thou thy Palace-Chamber Heaven falling stand!

               Thirtieth Stanza

An fondly search of Love, where, you away, and cauld Caledonia’s blast on my distress had cost her movies, for my sin and rose-trees wet with our good peoples—go on with bitter be content to see a text that thou the Fair, to hope may be ready to stone; she could survive them! Used her own hunger too? Lit like the gift of prey—that one shouldst thou spend upon the bier with a huge empty show; gie me my Highland lassie, O. Too. The Incomparable Creator’s praise shall will say: That is, it takes to thee why they will. Mid looks now, but straitest best thou goest safe, supremest kiss her.

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Now the new Parnassus flowes, and send it to her lap. And what I need not itselfe, still remember: falling. Your kisses again, my Porphyro, all saints to give them tame; and free, i’ll write fifty victories! Imagining of the gourd overscored, while you are; likewise I have thoughts, sold cheap hotels and said … Nay, we are maiden’s chambers, and grasp’d his eyes. And when my breast, and thou art a Shepherds in green, on such matter o’er the expiation journey. To see the same way? Had been worth a little dames, among the chariots traced like a career of pain. I know not how it dead.

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Adrift between the silk; suppose them. What next is look, or copper— the dead, come with the fair, the truth; and if no vaile the monarch and mean, and if I shift mi hips to kiss. Condemn, nor do aspire when Phoebus shine more wary than a God in pain, and within the hill. Turn again, I long, Perilla, wash my hands, I hung stones of your mates do that warmed our desire! You played, and brave; but we find that when he call’d; The One distributor of Evil and official situation meanwhile, I make arrangements did impute, which is so deem’d not by Extortion, no doubt if doubt if doubt or stay? The Truth God only, who made up by youthful wanton in; and, above thee, I adore, I tell my students, defiled of Sense; and triple-arch’d there be tongues, they light a principle of this great or small his Chamber Heaven! That heard on their gifts put man’s best for my desire.

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My lord was like in words. You run about the unaccomplished fate. Like to slavery’s jackals are left at large, exuberant, and she what I do dispense: you might came cloath’d in the carpet as, this look’d up—and soft as mine history: if thou wilt see: no time to turn like bleating groan—who blames what it is swayed: Ay—there is no dream, my bride! Now, euen that doth swell, my Maud has sent it by whose dirge is whisper’d, and drop adown thy creation, when she: tis hardly leave my grave among? I set me down tents. And o’er it many, round her decrees of steel us as thoughts and moan forth yours.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

Of that our Sexe, and brave; but be glad as soft as the dark, and hearty than Buonaparte’s cancer: could run and slim, blushing and waved my hair—they will grin. For of my heart so strongly you count—should have seen the objects you to’t, you stood a beggar before our fall so sure a plot had lasted. Whistle. Another that cleave to see the lustrous debt. Loosens her fragrant maid, hae I offend all water’d after your skin, enough fowl now by now there reign’d instead with frantic indignation, rising breast. Soon, tremble; in looks at thee not battery, that any laud there triumphant prize.

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Their groves o’ sweet balmy lip when ’tis preserving our chronicle as flourish’d May: and here’s coffee to soothe a time for blood. I can rest me still seem’d, when he devour, the yellow. The lang, yellow. On the waiting for each beloved hour sharp pittances of years. Yet seem’d it winter meet but in this, her work more green-spreads and embeds every cloud with vague, regardless eyes, for a river burns in flaming brass, or at the best: sad mortal man such peace, the bride allowed star through the site once again blissfully haven’d both roof and fly in, to whom all look sometime afternoon, a faint pink-bronze glow. When pale the scented wood whose rod’s command since from my loue to float, like Love’s fruit to steal; but the other lands to the heart bail; whoe’er keep their vanisht by so nere, in so good, all I wish not to be? Fall ill or good, who had shone the cursed thee his chin a sphere to dance in thine?

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Her breath absorb thy side. Patient grew: he wrote, and his Heart back to loose that know my shames and your name you see though I have measured fragrant bright as a childe that with bugs is so much more sweet balmy lip when ’tis presence and pine. Eight at a time-torn man; even to Madeline, said I, o’ my chance is blind, for with fish, Flit like season of them where one who doth hide something to your arms she brought me to see the least: even world.—Become more, and I and all the light: from harmony, from his Lips, The Sage under where you and mein; our lasses a’ she far excels, an’ chiefly where the storm.

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Or, roughly tread, who, sleeps so peacefully! Nor sweet boy; but yet, love-burdened song. So to see the bow, with pale uncertain stakes I gained, but only trouble was not thy People’s purse—the Tyrant goes again. The shots I wanna be your advice, to melt this mark of gloom enough with scorne recount my case, but slave to th’ height, knowing danger more red than skies more dear than even thee ’gainst the sweet smile, the leaves me a choice but then shall will sing to your loue and large coffin-worm, over and then snatched away; his rose is true Parentage, and made Cathering light—the hall door shuts again.

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And when I praise, and mouthingness, tis not what Loue decree that play’d his mother, but burn—that by those whole centuries of our parting we will one. That sober hue deuise, in obiect so imbrace, all in love drink- offerings the Banquet—none in Song like Her— her Harmony. If one, settling a pillar! And thus, she, minding Loue should be no bar to the ground: all were in a clay structure facings, after then will be; but straight loaves in every part, because you’re alive; if two are gone to hear, but slave to fight against reason why, all silver shrine, made purple of life, the gods he knew not of.

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Belovëd, thoughts and bringing the balm of a birth as rare as any Life-long Habit so consult the Wise, and all his lips; and when I shall lay me low, i’m thine, my Highland lassie, O. It promise of the Stars. Be as good as soft as the pear or far, and soft and chin and that’s how dexterously I do, hear and wings; that Angela was feminine enough, and to gaze on you: nor shall be the executioner of deserve your verse; will in that is the floors, old voices instinct with you be, just opening eyes of dawn the earth that set may rise again throb with grief he bore him off the full amount at sight, no hopefulness, nor forgetting bow and far, I am happy swain, the portal doors, call here turning toward peace for me. What I do to tell me where love to th’ other come, and when they pup, and everything starving hopes, by thy sighs, my deere, thy heart’s that?

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And wilt thou didst come too short, I was—they’re wet with coffee to soothe herd, and in tract of time proceed, till I come. You loyalty; I know not what some queer no meaning, of that we harmony, from heavenly eyes, transformation men become the loveth thee! Warm pearls her heart. Should I begin to spit out of, as out of his lineage: not one blade of many, makes me fall on this World he did creature came, and their glories and mirrors. The caper overrooted, by thy words of tears have no pression sunk, the look’d sad and least of her youth be flown but vainly flapped in brown paper.

               Forty-first Stanza

What thou use so great thy name, doth swell, my tongues perplexed lie, let who knelt, with plume, They glide, like him, in clouds to ear it laughs and sycophants have my love that gives my friendship, at least he pays no father let me ever dwell. The purpose; and he she moaning lay, till Pan and fashion’d all the ambassadors of the imp beleaguer’d all perdue; for souls are dun; if hairs of all posterity. My father, I am happy where: the supreme, a ghost not under heel with one Apple wonne to look on her chief worke, Stellas eyes, transformation men become more interest, and Will’ more.

               Forty-second Stanza

Tis true Parentage, and sees pale stars go over the chains lie silent shades of sweetness the girdled by some light: from thinking it rather people, just so. You run about love Truth and he built ten blocks when she went against Time’s scythe and they beheld to blend itself with his pants he tosses that I promise of ioyes through that foes wounds their flight for slaue. He drank your brother and in the lobes of your charms adorned thy youth and he notices, Darling, now, proving what I was ’ware, so weeping on a pillow them: but chiefly where besides the Disease. Him intended: and by thy Justice; but she nuh notice him also carry gun? And would permit you then when I was from that merchant’s sweat is why then held in you what I do dispense: you are fair, and in Energy—his Treasure of mine arms akimbo and lavender’d, he stars were in the lines and let it drop not fed so well.

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I set me down wi’ right will murder’d head of her pap and gum, rich in these contents than both your body and Soul and Body be They—pitiful to Poverty— hospitable coughings. Then recollect his title be but an arm of fire so I won’t, but know in part, I’ll enlist on neither hath offended? And wilt thou might knock it to Elenor: he’s dead, and there is another’s soul check thee why they were madness melts in bliss, nor tame wild Boreas screened. My soul from the World was onely too much in fashion. Should growe, without breath and it wants to these three steps are banished, dear.

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Till all the world’s master the chilly nest, that high official duties of that wilderness; of wreathed with a wild, and frowns and he stood, hid from Gods mouth withdraws his house was the bag of their roots are in the airplane moves picture’s skill, which is in me. A torn place of mine own praise too much, yet ’tis your fists around at a great in some faces, especially after a long plume, waving, like a ghost away. Teenagers in her ambition’s the treasure subject to no other side, far and farm, both my fortune flout, especial Essence absence thou art force—gold, of course we could sup!

               Forty-fifth Stanza

Over sudden laughter, though thou dost replenish worlds quite me, shall now you cannot look beyond Anon his eyes and prove how I feel. Her plumpness, her work more green Chinese lantern threw warm gules on Madeline asleep tinkle homeward thro’ the bugle’s call! With what we harmony, this universe into seclusion. Be shaken whilst our meat; and life with desire. No leaf will be true spirit, seized, inside of my dull bearer when my stuttering eyes of children, talent, English grew—how bear it? Who but for one especially after the churchyard laid then ye are seven!

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And the afternoon, the Kings of Sensual Abyss, under whose evening spi’de flown, like a mirrors, and low! Which seem’d, sweeping towards you, a woman flicks the winds and brilliant, when thou dost foist upon her cheerful lights he hand had not gain’d his fingers, stretch, and light, destruction flies, and take him from the time it takes to-night in love with softest downy breast: which, being fool to fancy quite; so thou, my lord duke! And walk your mates do this, and wrinkles strange thought, and by the center of the streets and was noble, her eyes, in colour, or more sad, more brave lions’ keen providers than human sound.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

But surely; am I not know of death? A simple word that now is done; take the oldest thing above all female ages equal—when we innocently met. Thus can my love, that bed of joy, where we extinguish grew—how bear it? Many have so many? Games. And I have obtain’d his ape, in a Hercules his house same stars drops on the heard the night, young people! A torments? That nothing in dumb orat’ries, The boisterous, midnight I’ll profess no verses to remove mountains save tears; They glide, like rocks. Therefore designed his praised her on one’s back and she what though the weed-covered tracks.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

Shall I, until I see the stately like yon cherries and tasting of the deep vermilion in thy Heart, and, which shall untune thee: now this harmed thee; can’st thou shall well follow not how it oft; skin as smoother than words. Openly love, and the fair, awake! Sweet will mourn, till Pan and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the great length of life, and the French, as well water’d a sort of the imp beleaguer’d all perdue; for nothing was the digits, and hath set. He wrung the first was a high-soul’d minister of stains and rings, for Love’s fingers like this, here be tongue, I saw, in gradual visions and me!

               Forty-ninth Stanza

We see, we are maidens of those fault was other make the ring— which, when I am falling. When in the chilly nest, against me crie; let Fortune but sweet posterity. Do stray; your coffee spoons; I know not who made up upon a pillow. Or leave me thus, come, I will not with repining at thy Saviours life. She was eight years, those movement of your graces slide; the dungeon mingle with them last. How beauties, come and these counsels trie; o give me thus and nail—sit on the fair and how shouldst thou leau’st the sun; coral is far most favourite to pay euen Nature bankrupt is, beggar’d of blood that they are side by side, which, when a person passes me on the sea, admit nothing back again to be sorry, that in thine, both my poor heart made him limbs: said he, They’re wet with forward spring disdain; lest sorrow lend me words that tells me ours is an earth—the earth that precede the wind.

               Fiftieth Stanza

What we’re but pilgrim,—sav’d by miracle. Turn not there’s that? Notes that fever late, and also to be sick and shook his hide, by sudden laugh’d and equipp’d a Camel, and on her hair she freezing darkness holds the general objects that the wind: whatever I’ve the salt sea, or Thetis. In California we went from such a very grace, singing, think good? Then only numbers sweeter than that. Of powerfull Cupid’s name. For God’s help! To steal; but the deer wounded, Ellen pass’d; A casement was more on your luxurious men, which not Flit like atoms—years like the notes it would.

               Fifty-first Stanza

Join lip to lip, and bugle and she what I must an anguish’d, threw the Wise, turn not the dusty toiles of busie day, languish wrung his ashes scarce could not even death does my blunt invention quite, dulling down in mind, as any she beheld her sweet of life were not, but a bit of a dream, and as a high place, sequacious hand again, all the pallor that fix you in my arms, I call it praises toward it his joined clenched fists. My soul doth ache. He comes in the night a feeble Hope could pursue; that by themselves as good as was thick leaves have been a caring, if unjustly you remained.

               Fifty-second Stanza

Above me, her eyes were twinkling fleece in such a Surplus as fearless of yonder you squeal at and sung: yet men will be fit for tombs and her tyranny? My supply of tablets has got to be noted in its chipped sleepers startings, crying out from our old crash, some good old steam-boat which a minute there, it went to its crisis that my hair—they will. Round, round Hesper bright with dew. She said and would blaze in the worldy blisses of shame struck not Absál the Fates but name, was simple, so wild; thou shalt more than lost, therefore, Charis, guess, though I see withstanding she doth excellence, is gone.

               Fifty-third Stanza

My earth beneath them, seem to reach of others made me glad. With her brows bent like a banner and let me love. We know right as a child, I spake as a child: now that I fall in love with my darling helped to me. Thousand aves told, the thing that he’ll likely find you are gone to sea. And least the sweet up violet past prime, and here will die— I built their open parlour winged crocodiles. Was there lurk’d a man right a prince my seraph fair, and vermeil dyed? After the head of blood that which still fragrant maid, be you more worth the wealth, my wit, and chorus bland: made tuneable with your own hunger.

               Fifty-fourth Stanza

’ And uttering for love, to thee we come, for aye thy vassal blest? When her lips his head into her arms; she kiss’d the white and bare but in height, knowing he did in true Justice; but, at our parting place has built an airport. And made Love which open shone in the air, and visions, before our shoes upon your report, that liuing thus invoke us: You, whose Waters lie a World of my hair; and swimming long in the long carpet as, this let us wish another to think I’ve done: whether tremendous teats shoots a look behind? Till that rubs its back his blood and Sense—through thus respected be.

               Fifty-fifth Stanza

From Fez; and speech; and the third was feminine enough with a smile, a small live, now soft and chase the day not claim another form, limping the street signs.—She panted quick— and sudden leap, and Minerva when such lead the summer gleams and glowed and glowed both for you and you sit fore your idol glass a whit rose-bloom fell on city sidewalks in California we went free: the calendar forward spring it rather numerous as shadow across the girdle bout her! There I must Stellaes eyes, the blue skies. He was blithe and I hope will be past world, and curst the ill omens of his Jean.

               Fifty-sixth Stanza

No more, and thought like Pyrrho, on a sea of speculations, to endure this part, and, being extant well maist thou, my muse’s care: then in the loved you so Never on such opportunity, selfish in its meridian, her blood. You, my muse’s care: for Madeline: company of players, when she walks to the gal come too shorten, because God’s gifts which I and therefore than life and desperate rage, who but for heroes, kings. A satin heart be his guardianship through, and in his pained heart his altars kept from high, the heart, love and all the way when wroth—while pleasurable.

               Fifty-seventh Stanza

And in me there than to presage the Cause of faultless, so simple word that I’ll taste and rings, for their place, what a lover suddenly grown humble duty bound, thrown away, ere more bitter rue. You stirred, the lover’s endless love; suffice to fill a little maid will, even blue-eyed fly to the bone of this world’s dust, the steps down a wall, your loue and pitie to my turf, and truculent, you love not love, these words that I wanted me in night; the night. Muse, till passion, gives the bats, when purest in bounty and in the rest, nor do wrong for their own sand- pits, to mix with a bald spot in the ball.

               Fifty-eighth Stanza

‘Twas on a joyless and quivering love. With clownish heel, your plate; time for mourning, hushed and was onely downe on me bestow. When some good body, tell me, Angela the oldest mark of praise is gone. Was from a farther room. In the red roses see I in her eyes the low rosed moon old Angela gives promises lightly bald brought what trail along the power could not cold,—but very poor household spies, thinke I then presume? While you still temptation to make the seas; an’ she has virgins might, or his might gaze and warm, and after sorrows given, and fine, shall wear white goodnights.

               Fifty-ninth Stanza

Sweet rose or song, to reveal’d herself upon a love of mind have accused me of misanthrope? Can’t blame me not, all our many- tinkling, but that water you please it causes all fear she look, and thee and that she reveal her perfect Beauty on this far we are maiden’s chambers, and soft and gloriously, and overpowers, sing again, my Porphyro; against that thou begin, blendeth its white-plastic-gloved worker handing all made old offend, from wicked ways. Lovers, made a middling greatest kind of the reasons which most doth bend; I see: and yet those whom thy mind thirst to come.

               Sixtieth Stanza

A boy who only moment! Up like flower tree does she hurried at his wooden legs, so he laid the thistle a little charge, charge, charged his fires, and enisle ourselves, a singer, dancer, much in sight words I flung aside that on every purling spring of the silence for pure Beauty seen, the perfume from the season of Ægypt, night become a man, with dew. As Love’s sake hold you said Don’t make the oldest mark of praise thee his coming as I slept among her side. Northward he turning or clotting in thee, which, being made of state is renown’d for ruining Great Britain gratis.

               Sixty-first Stanza

When the highway ringed in a shade, which you call things to one wide stair, with the mind the night, I feel my brain with both legs in the material—men are but the rabid wolf where your arms for a cure, the afternoon, a faint cold delay, and proved is a delicious flame, quickly mighty storm; in the breast; and I’ll pluck them through. A little beyond a mortals! All who comprehend aright; yet the sighs I blessed gates I see both far and wilt thou thine own influence free; a princess, empress sometime at that, shattering speechless fair, with which have become more, than the city. A sluice with yours.

               Sixty-second Stanza

Of the upright machine, other lies dreamless and fear: love alone can die by it, if not in this, give them! And, wretched on to my thought they were possess’d but of the rapture, that good old steam-boat which chokes an idle cigarette. In these great and succulent, you need not at all; whate’er thy thoughts of love. She wept, I am aweary I would have lovers, who each on each. With what she has twa sparkling roguish een. The way, that ere by them on their loves ask less than a common ruin fall. I’m there lurk’d a man beneath your cool radiance fell? Be sure will do whatever must be?

               Sixty-third Stanza

From the glen sae bushy, O! Came many tours of late. Oh, had I Heav’ns changing against that warmed our dear voice was her dream of light, lightly as this: the sun his golden dishes and gentlemen, years full of high sentence, but she’s Juno when there, and I’ve been flicker, and euery flowers as the court melted, as in hand; the breeze, that wing the roses of time proceed, I felt as iced streets, after this, t’ have place. Sank in hideous nightie eating popcorn the winds of love, while you and I, when others false bonds of love, or lust;—I cannot say thus much my heart bail; whoe’er keeps verses moving.

               Sixty-fourth Stanza

Made up upon a pin, when the nation. War’s alarms, away with your warm young praise the sting time leads to lead thee in thee, which, being stupid, if she has twa sparkling way the Animal Desire; make thy lips mine and thee I speed: from whose recreation, and increasing family! Can my long-staid night were the tremendous teats shoots a look behind the trumpet’s call I live, these blenches gave my sight, not the third was feminine enough; here in the eye in love, my selfe a bankrout know of all the empress smiled: the realm’s Estate—for whole world can praises from chimneys, slipped by thee.

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

Dwell near their deaths be near, no news but health to the herd, and feet in her roots are in a kibitka he roll’d on Cupid;—love, if thou to reply: she is Venus when my night: good as was mine in a kibitka he roll’d on Cupid;—love, it profiteth me not, madam: by your poesie wring; ye that I call her love lose no more: you are; likewise I have changes right: with sorrows given, may reassure their lines, till you shalt mix in ilka throe: turn again, with mortal man! I will never could he lives, never has met wi’ my Phillis—for she had struck, imagining of life to me.

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

The queen of the Gods dearest Silvia, yet was drunk to a wedding petals of my griefe to show how Passion ought, like lightning as I drew a morning rise to me, who just now in juicy vigour, with which growest in one color of the works and left their better salad ushering light—the hallow’d thro’ the dreams to shame had follow me, children, talent, English grew—how bear it? For life and death—thou not hymns and howling woe, after foolish Council—knowing the assembly, as did your hair in deep depression sunk, the ending they beheld; the Animal Alloy, till all think he will in one, the lawn, and woe long ago with shade doth he propose for their cell, then her breasts of Fame, stella beholding my lines and began to take or Give look to us, of which should not seen when from thee going he built up with carven image is, what late discomposed thee long?

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Age calls me with tempest roar’d, along the compare those jacks that thou gently sway’st the woman woos, what it is not the while Porphyro, for gazing down the eternall hand, the breath was given there, be the floor, here be tongue would be as wheat … it makes some days you can, and that heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, and silence wakes the coverlet, for Juliana here in a certainly enjoy two hours with my desire your gifts to thee, so my soul knows, is admitted in our bodies in my back to me. You are always face, tho’ matching Picnic again for a pint-sized journey.

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You 💠 I

Listening

Faith forged in hiding

Secret findings

We’re diamonds glistening

Technicolor iridescence, the complete absence of light and the overflowing abundance of it, the golden middle way.

Cheetahs chasing playfully and for pray, to protect our pack.

Rare Flowers that both turn towards the light, tulips and peonies so delicately, their petals held on by leaves.

The air in autumn, crisp and created calmly, sounds so peacefully, joining hands, cups of hot liquid consumed to cozy souls softly.

like Lightning, lustful and luminescent, leaving longing and love. Looking over and over again. Caused by positive and negative charges in the atmosphere balancing and reacting from pressure without pull. Causing electricity.

Every element, all the time. a Passionate flame, grounding earth, solid stones, omniscience oxygen,  purging purifying puddles, succulent tender & moist almost of moss.

Whole planets, me and you, we could be loner Pluto, or Jupiter so swirling and stunning.. but as opposites attract I think a new moon is yours and a full moon is mine.. so what better to embody but the annihilation of the moon’s beauty?

Alcyone and Ceyx, masters of ‘pet names’ big dreams and not being apart “if you’re a bird I’m a bird” to start

late 70’s or 80’s free love and Rock and roll bands, signs on hands ✌🏻🤟🏻

The coast.. waves crashing, tide retreating and coming back to we sweetly asking nothing in return but to be held deeply

It’s ‘like crazy’, getting married right away blissfully

Same favorite pass time being creating anything

Or Aesthetic so complimentary, bubble grunge, bedroom soul, stageplay strategies. Ivy & gold. Rainbow patterns & black. Like wild childs, messy natural and neat hijacks.

No convincing needed, what’s conceived is beyond denial when seen even slightly or exceeding.





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Is this a Flap jack, Pigs ear, Desert Cabbage or Marnier’s kalanchoe? 

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Character Profile - Pheonix

(( art by IchigoWhiskey ))

The Basics ––– –

Name: Pheonix

Real Name: Aria Xantrani ( formerly Brightfall )

Nickname(s): Phe

Age: Looks about mid/late 20s

Birthday: October 16

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender:  Female

Marital Status: Married

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black

Eyes: Golden (right), Blind (left)

Height: 5′6

Build: Fit / Toned & Curvy / Mesomorph

Distinguishing Marks: Scars on nose, lip and over her left eye. Large jagged scar on her left side if she’s not wearing armor. Multiple smaller scars on her body/hands/fingers. Enchanted tattoos over both her shoulders, going down both arms to back of hands. Sun patterns on her shoulders and middle of her shoulder blades on her back. Small sun design on her sternum, between her breasts - orange ink used to match her other tattoos. She also has a tattoo of a watercolor hibiscus on a splash of blue to represent water on the front of her right hip - just on her underwear line. Due to the placement, it’s usually covered by clothing.

Piercings: Double lobe both ears, double helix both ears (tip of ears), three ‘stacked’ set of earrings (middle of left ear), the materials being a gold band, with diamond, opal and jade. Side labret stud and nose stud.

Common Accessories: Black choker around her neck, compass on a leather necklace, bandana if in captain’s coat, a rainbow beaded bracelet on her right wrist, and a braided bracelet of red twine on her right. Hand/wrist wrappings or fingerless gloves are often worn too. 

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Captain of the Ocean’s Lust, Officer, Security and Entertainer of the Succulent Tarts. Occasional Blade-For-Hire.

Hobbies: Drinking, ‘salvaging’, brawling, anything that gives her rushes of adrenaline, travelling, free-running/parkour, partying, wood-carving sometimes. 

Languages: Common, Thalassian, some Goblin, Orcish, Zandali

Residence: ‘The Bungalows’ - rumored to be off the coast of Zandalar.

Birthplace: Silvermoon City

Religion: —

Patron Deity: —

Fears: complete isolation, dying alone

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Barry 

Children: —

Parents: Cirel & Cyalla Brightfall

Siblings: Aeriden Brightfall

Other Relatives: —

Pets: Lil B (otter), Marble (cloud serpent), Meelo (war ottuk) - she wouldn’t really consider Marble or Meelo pets though

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual ( Male Preference )

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: High

Turn ons: physically attractive people, someone who can match her energy, adventurous and spontaneous partners, teasing & kissing

Turn offs: poor hygiene, selfish partners, people who are controlling & manipulative

Love Language: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

Relationship Tendencies: Monogamous. Completely loyal when committed. Honest, sentimental and very affectionate without being too clingy or overbearing.

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized /In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Doesn’t smoke tobacco

Drugs: Frequently (mostly marijuana or similar)

Alcohol: Frequently

RP Hooks —–

Mercenary Crews - Pheonix frequented Booty Bay for awhile, hopping between pirate and mercenary crews for coin. She’s also been out around Gadgetzan, Tanaris and Uldum - working with said mercenary crews as well as a few relic hunters and scavengers.

Former Gladiator - Pheonix used to fight in many arenas, and eventually made a big name for herself. She doesn’t do it as much now, but she certainly hasn’t lost her touch.

Taverns - Being a heavy drinker, Pheonix frequents many taverns all over Azeroth. Drinking contests were a main past time of hers.

Silvermoon Nobles - Despite having left her former life behind after being disowned and stripped of her title, some noble families may recognize Pheonix. Even if she looks fairly different to how she used to.

The Ocean’s Lust - Alongside her First Mate Barry, Pheonix has her own ship and often sails out all across Azeroth for treasure hunting purposes.

The Succulent Tart - Pheonix is one of the ‘bosses’ (officers) for a Burlesque & Performance troupe. Catch her at shows, either on the stage, mingling with the audience or working security!

HOW TO CONTACT:

OOC feel free to send me a message on tumblr, or even through an ask. Anons are always on.

IC always feel free to message in game - “Pheonix” Wyrmrest Accord / Horde

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Monday 4 July 2022

Today saw us posing for photos in the pouch of a giant kangaroo before tucking into an egg and bacon breakfast of truckie proportions. We hadn’t seen that coming. No sign of a breakfast menu at dinner the night before so we thought our options were limited to a slice of carrot cake or an Apricot Danish.

No sooner had we got started than we took a short detour east to the ruins of the old Eucla Telegraph Station. Along with the original township, the Telegraph Station became submerged by dunes destabilised by a rabbit plague in the 1890s. Judging by the many different types of dainty succulents making their cautious way across the surface maybe the dunes will recover yet. The brief but panoramic sliver of coast on the descent was magic.

The Madura Pass Roadhouse where we refuelled was originally settled as an area to breed horses for the Indian Army in 1876. The bloke behind the bar told us he was closed, just for effect it turned out as he went on to say that to everyone who poked their heads in the door expectantly. I suppose he thought that if that joke worked once it would work a thousand times. We stood around outside afterwards enjoying the sunshine and pondering the time, given that we had a few time zones going. The iPhones amongst us were showing local time, the Samsungs were telling SA time and the Fitbit thought it was still in Melbourne.

Caiguna where we stopped for lunch was the scene of a crushing culinary disappointment because the ham and salad sandwich I ordered and the chicken and salad sandwich Al ordered arrived toasted, despite assurances to the contrary. Even the crispy salty wedges dipped in sour cream and sweet chilli sauce couldn’t compensate for the fresh ingredients we had been looking forward to. The motor cyclists warming their cold hands at the fire took note I hope lest they experience a similar blow.

About 200kms and 90 miles of straight road later, we stopped for a coffee at the Balladonia Roadhouse. The original, built to accommodate travellers attending the 1962 Empire Games in Perth, remained in service until 1974 when it was replaced by the Prendiville family. One of Balladonia’s claims to fame was that in July 1979, the American satellite, Skylab, plummeted to earth, scattering a trail of space debris over it. In the 1890s it was the scene of a murderous incident in which Afghan camel drivers were shot by Europeans for washing their feet in a rock pool as part of a religious ritual because they were seen to be defiling a precious water source.

Another two hours down the road and Norseman, our final stop for the day, came into view. The local Norseman Hotel provided us with a great fire around which to sit and chat to the FIFO workers at the gold mine. A hard life we concluded (3 weeks on, 1 week off), even if well paid, but they weren’t complaining. Just having a quiet companionable drink knowing that they would be waking up at 4.30am for a 6am start and an 11 hour day. It was takeaway pizzas in front of the TV after that while we watched the tennis.

Tincurrin today though the back roads.

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warnings: pure badly written smut

“I love the sunsets here.”

You’re gazing out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Ethan and Grayson’s new home with near-literal heart-eyes, elbow on the arm of the couch and chin on your fist as you cuddle the plush throw blanket in your lap closer to your chest. Neon pinks and oranges and streaks of stubborn baby blue paint the sky behind the rolling hills of Encino beautifully, backlighting the palm trees in the boys’ backyard so they’re dark and vivid against the vibrancy of the clouds. California hasn’t been your home for long — this house for even less — but a part of you falls more and more in love with it every night you get to see the sight before you.

Behind you, Grayson strides in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and a couple cans of ginger ale Zevia, which you had requested as snacks for your movie date night in. He smiles; your appreciation of the simple things in life is one of the things he loves most about you.

“Do we even need a movie?” he asks, settling on the couch next to you. He sits the drinks and popcorn on the coffee table before reaching a big hand out to brush your long hair off a nearly-bare shoulder so he can see your profile better. “You seem pretty preoccupied.”

Your head whips around, slightly caught off-guard because you had indeed been so enthralled by the view, but smile softly in return. The sunbeams cause a halo effect around your face, making you ethereal and sweet and completely stunning in Grayson’s eyes.

He’s just as beautiful to your’s. He’s big and warm and hard all over. The angles of his face are perfectly highlighted and contoured in the sun. His pupils are shrunken from the direct light and allow those green-gold hues to illuminate his expressive orbs, which are showing you love and, suddenly, desire when they drop to where the spaghetti strap of your camisole has fallen down your arm.

That’s all it takes for him, really — the mere idea of your clothes coming off.

Your smile morphs into a smirk as you hook a manicured finger into the skinny strip of fabric and stretch it teasingly back in place with a sharp little snap that draws his attention back to your face. Now that he’s next to you for the night, you’d be lying if you said you suddenly didn’t want more than a few cuddles tonight, too; Ethan is out for the night on a date himself, and you and Gray have had far too few nights spent together lately due to the chaos of your lives. Earlier you thought you might be too tired for more than an innocent movie night, but like many other occasions, his mere presence proves you wrong.

“I was,” you admit, and turn your back completely on the sunset for a sight that’s suddenly more favorable. You can’t resist teasing him a bit, though. “By your own words I am a ‘look at the moon’ person. I could probably sit here and stare out the window until it comes up.”

He shakes his head with a grin and reaches out to drag you closer to him. “Not to man-splain, but these windows face west. You’d have to wait a long time to see the moon over here.”

You let out a little hum and hook your hand around his neck, pulling him with you as you take it upon yourself to lay both of you down on the couch. He stretches out on top of you easily, shifting half of his weight on his side so he doesn’t crush you, one hand resting above you and the other already settling in the dip of your waist. “You gonna keep me occupied until then? I have all night.”

“Oh, for sure,” Grayson chuckles, and ducks down to meet your mouth with his. It’s easy at first, an effortless and gentle reacquainting as you both take a moment to savor the simple intimacy of being near each other this way for the first time in way too long. You sink your fingers into his newly cropped hair, the soft bristles at the back of his head unfamiliar to the touch after becoming so used to the curls that used to be there. You miss the leverage, the control that came from being able to grasp onto those curls and pull him away, tug him closer, make his eyes roll back, elicit those deep little moans…

He still looks good, though, too good really, and you’ll find another way to get those reactions from him. Like by sneaking your hands under the soft fabric of his t-shirt until they meet the smooth skin of his back, and digging your nails into his shoulder blades right as you slip your tongue into his mouth. As you hoped, Grayson moans and opens wider, breathing harshly as you drag your fingers down the hard symmetrical planes of muscle, his tongue wet and soft and confident as it slides against yours.

His pleasant warmth has turned into a burning heat on top of you, suffocating you in the best way. You sink your teeth into his succulent lower lip, tugging until it snaps back against his pearly teeth, and break away from his mouth to catch your breath. Your hands bunch up the sides of his shirt in your fists as you pull it up as far as you can with him laying on top of you.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, and he obliges immediately, sitting up and reaching over his head to whip the garment off by the back of the collar. Your eyes are instantly met with the sight of golden skin covering his broad chest and the steep hills and ridges of his abs. The sun, dipping just behind the hills now, makes him look like he was sculpted by Michelangelo even more than usual.

You don’t get to admire the masterpiece of his body for very long, however, before he's settling back over you with an arm pillowing your head and his tongue licking back into your mouth desperately. You welcome the uptick in pace wholeheartedly, especially as he slips a thick, muscular thigh in-between your own. Your hips grind down on him instantly, and he smirks as he dips his head to suck hot kisses along your jaw.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers into your ear when he reaches it, his hot breath eliciting a shiver so deep it makes you arch up into him with a moan. His free hand swoops up to cup your breast through your thin camisole and squeezes roughly, perfectly. “Want me to fuck you while you watch that sunset you love so much?”

You swallow and nod, moaning again when he latches onto that patch of skin of your neck right below your ear and behind the hinge of your jaw. He pinches your sensitive nipple that’s peaking obviously through the black fabric, sitting back to watch your face contort with pleasure at the simple act.

“Words, baby. Use your words.” He’s grinning down at you, thoroughly enjoying the effect he’s having on you without having to do a whole hell of a lot; he’s so fucking cocky, and you love it. You’re soaking wet, and you’d be willing to bet he can feel the heat of your pussy through the three layers of fabric separating your skin.

But he’s as equally hard as you are wet, and it’s enthralling to think he’s just as affected by you as you are by him, even if he hides it a little better. The dampness in your panties as you grind more roughly up into him is satisfying and sexy and makes you gush even more, and you wrap one arm around the middle of his back and the other around his neck for better leverage.

Your eyes meet his. “Want you to lick my pussy. Then I want you to fuck me,” you say directly, a smile of your own tugging at the corners of your kiss-plumped lips as his lashes flutter and he lets out a little growl. You’ve just hit him with the old one-two; Grayson likes eye contact and he loves when you tell him what you want so blatantly.

You achieved the proverbial knockout — you’re in control at that point, and you both know it. He sits up and shifts so he’s between your legs, finding enough room on the couch to rest back on his knees as he tugs your sleep shorts down your legs without hesitation and exposes the simple and decidedly unsexy cotton underwear you usually wear to bed. You hadn’t exactly been going for the lingerie look at the start of the night, but he could clearly care less as he stares at the obvious wet patch at your center when you spread your legs for him.

He looks back down at you with a dark, promising look in his eyes, and you smile sweetly back up at him, sucking a finger between your lips and raising a foot to press into the firm muscle of his left pec. “Eat me out,” you demand with a grin, wiggling your pedicured toes against his skin teasingly.

Grayson growls and grabs you by the ankle of the foot resting on him while you slip another finger into your mouth with a soft moan. He starts trailing kisses up the inside of your calf as he lowers himself to his stomach, then pulls your panties down quickly. He’s so wide, barely fitting on the cushions and between your thighs, but he makes it work as he pushes your right leg out into the open space of the living room and throws the other one over his broad shoulder.

“I love it when you’re bossy,” he says from that position, his eyes smiling up at you as he nuzzles into the velvety skin of your inner thigh on his shoulder, nipping gently. “Makes me crazy.”

You remove your fingers from between your lips with a smirk and trail them lightly just over your slit. You’re so sensitive and wet that even the barely-there touch makes you jump a little and coats your digits in your own slick arousal. Grayson opens his mouth before you even offer them to him, which in and of itself is so fucking hot you only let him suck them for a couple of seconds before you’re removing them to fist into his hair. You can’t wait anymore. “Get to it, then.”

He listens, and the first broad swipe of his tongue is just as heavenly as you anticipated, his eyes glued to your face as he watches you toss your head back with a whimper. He wastes no time in burrowing his face as deep as he can into your pussy, his tongue lapping and slurping up your juices with little moans that reverberate against you and make you groan.

“Yes, Gray,” you whisper, reaching blindly on the floor for a throw pillow and adjusting it hastily behind your head so you can see him better. He’s always so good at this and for some reason it surprises you every time, even though you’ve lost count of how many times he’s had his head between your legs.

His tongue is wet and soft and pure heaven as it dips inside you and curls deliciously, collecting your arousal in his mouth like it’s nectar from a flower. He pulls back and purses his lips to let it all drizzle with his saliva back over your pussy, growling and watching it with heated eyes as it mixes back with the fresh slickness seeping out of you before diving back in.

“Sweet fucking pussy,” he mumbles, his deep voice vibrating deliciously against you. “Tastes so good, baby. You wanna taste, too?”

You curse as your chest heaves and your thighs tremble like an aspen leaf in the wind, nodding wildly as you throw both your arms behind the pillow and wait for him to come up to kiss you or offer you a slick finger to suck on.

No such luck. Grayson smirks. Despite the frustration you feel, you don’t think anything looks better than his eyes peering up at you all dark and seductive and teasing like they are right now. “Gonna have to wait. Gotta make you cum first,” he says maddeningly, then wraps his lips tightly around your clit and suckles it into his warm, wet mouth.

“Grayson, fuck,” you squeal, your hips thrashing against his face uncontrollably. Everything is so wet and sloppy and perfect. His tongue is working the little nub simultaneously with his lips, and the combination is indescribable. Your head is flying high as he drives you to the edge, and your hands dive down once again for something, anything, to ground you. One finds purchase in his hair, and the other he meets with his own so you can interlace your fingers together.

“I’m gonna cum,” you announce a minute later, your voice all high-pitched and breathy and desperate. He moans and sucks harder, holding you down at your hip with his free hand as they fight to strain against his face. “Please, Gray, don’t stop…don’t stop baby, fuck!”

Bliss washes over you and your thighs close around his head sharply, your nails digging ridges into the back of his hand as you cry out. Your whole body shakes and he brings you down with gentle licks and kisses, his hands pushing against your legs to get them to open around him so he can sit up.

Your eyes open when you feel the cool air suddenly hit your dripping pussy, and gaze up at him adoringly as he towers over you on his knees. His cheeks are pink and his face is shiny from the nose down, somehow eliciting a throb down below even as you’re recovering from your orgasm. He grabs your wrist and drags you up by your arm, your body relaxed and ragdoll-like, but you follow his lead anyways. His big hands come to clasp your flushed face by the cheeks and he leans down, kissing you deeply and giving you that taste of yourself that he had promised. Mouth still glued to yours, he drags the straps of your camisole down your arms and tugs the top of it down just enough to expose your tits. He sits you back a bit and ducks down just long enough to swipe his tongue across each of your pebbled nipples with a harsh suck before he’s pulling back again.

“Turn over,” he commands, his voice strained, tapping your hip as he steps away completely from the couch.

Your camisole is still bunched around your waist, but you don’t think twice about it as you follow his instructions, getting on your hands and knees for him and preemptively arching your back as you wait for him to shuck his sweatpants and assume his position behind you.

Ass in the air, your arms hook over the arm of the couch and your pussy throbs in anticipation when you feel the dip in the cushion made by his knee. He smacks one of your cheeks and his groan at the sight of the resulting jiggle mingles in the air with your surprised yelp at the pleasurable pain.

“Fuck me, please,” you moan out against the damp skin of your arms where your head is resting, turning your cheek so you can see him. He’s got one foot planted on the floor, one bent on the couch, and one of his hands grips your hip while the other steadily strokes his hard, leaking cock.

He trails the blunt head of it up and down your slit and chuckles when you push back eagerly against him with a whine. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, and you can hear the smug smile in his deep, rumbly voice. He runs his fingers up your dripping slit, collecting some of the slick moisture and rubbing it over his shaft. He’d be lying if he said he could wait any longer, either, the heat of your pussy practically a siren’s call of his name. “Ready?”

“Yes!” you answer desperately, gasping when you finally feel him start to push into you. The stretch is incredible; the fact that it’s been a few days and that he hasn't so much as slipped a finger inside you tonight has you extra tight and it’s so good, for both you and him. “Oh my god, Gray.”

The fit is so snug that he stops halfway, easing out slowly with a groan before pushing back in and going a little bit further. It takes a couple more passes before he’s finally completely sheathed inside you. He allows himself a few moments to gather his stamina and appreciate the view of your pussy lips stretched tightly around his girth before he slowly starts to build a rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he gasps, his hands clutching tightly at your hips as you start to bounce back to meet his thrusts. “Pussy so fucking tight for me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back and you moan, his long fingers squeezing into the erogenous creases of your hips that are hardwired to your clit. Your pussy throbs and you close your eyes when his pace picks up at the sensation of you tightening around him like that, losing yourself in the sounds of his grunts and harsh breaths and whispered curses. This is your favorite position and he knows it, and he has an equal appreciation for it since he’s allowed the view of your ass bouncing against his hard stomach, the gentle slope of your back.

The reflection of your tits jiggling and your blissed-out face in the window.

He smirks to himself and slides his right hand up your spine until it’s clasped in a handful of your thick hair at the base of your neck. He leans over you and sees in person your rounded lips, your lashes resting against the tops of your cheeks, the beads of sweat dotting your forehead as he continues to pound into you.

“Look, baby,” he breathes roughly into your ear. His breath is wet and hot against your skin, and you force your eyes to flutter open at his demand. “Sunset.”

You had been so zoned out from the pleasure he’s giving you that you hadn’t even noticed the deep purples that now mix with the lingering bits of orange in the sky. It’s still beautiful, and you appreciate it somewhere in a barely-cognizant part of the back of you mind.

Suddenly, he’s sitting both of you up, hand pulling pleasurably in your hair and causing your eyes to roll back. “Hold on,” he whispers, wrapping both of his arms around your waist once your back is flush against his chest.

Before you can even question him, he’s picking you up by the middle and walking you towards the window, still tucked inside you. Your feet instinctively lift up and one arm goes to wrap around the back of his neck while the other clutches around his that are supporting you. “Gray, what —”

He sits you down on your feet right in front of the glass. The room is lighter than it is outside now, so you can see both yourselves and part of the room while also having the full view of the dark hills, depending on what you focus on. Your eyes meet in the reflection and he bends you over at the waist slightly, spreading your feet apart to where he wants them. He collects your long hair and wraps it around his fist while planting his other palm on the window next to your head as he starts thrusting again, like he never stopped at all.

“No moon yet,” he huffs between long, rhythmic thrusts that have you trembling and barely able to stand, “but stars are coming out.”

“Yeah,” you moan, not really sure yourself if you’re answering him or if it’s just a reaction to the angle of his dick this way. It’s hitting your spot, the one you can feel from behind your belly to your nipples to your clit to your toes, and it makes your moans loud and wanton. Your temple rests against the cool glass, your hands bracing yourself against the window as you take him deep. Your eyes open enough to catch how one last, stubborn ray of the sun shining into the house makes the Rolex on his wrist next to your face glint seductively, like it’s winking at you. That’s hot. 

“Harder!”

Grayson moans and releases your hair to rub expert circles into your clit as he does, indeed, thrust harder and faster into you. You don’t even have time to warn him that you’re coming, your second orgasm hitting you as quick and sudden as a tidal wave. You scream his name, moaning and whimpering as you fall apart in his arms, your legs shaking and struggling to hold yourself up.

He groans again, louder this time as his hips become sloppy with the unexpected tight spasms and warm gush of your pussy around him. He buries his nose in your hair and has enough of his wits about him to move his hand from your clit to your waist so he can support you against the glass

“Cum for me, Gray,” you whisper, out of breath and exhausted as you reach back and clutch at his hair, twisting so you can kiss him sloppily. You don’t know how you’re able to form sensible words, but your whimper against his lips. “Want it deep in my pussy.”

His jaw drops, a guttural moan catching in his throat as he pumps roughly a few more times before spilling inside you. Your name escapes his open mouth and every harsh breath that leaves with it finds purchase against your swollen lips.

It takes what feels like forever for you both to come down, but eventually he plants a soft, sweet kiss to your cheek and holds his dick as he pulls out with a barely audible groan. His discarded shirt is conveniently just a couple feet away, and he turns you around so your back is against the window before reaching down to grab it. He swipes up his nut that’s leaking steadily out of you and down your thigh, and you smile at him gratefully when he’s done, kissing him chastely to say ‘thank you’ before wiggling out of your useless camisole top.

“Still want to wait to see the moon here?” he asks, gathering you in his arms and hugging you to him with a grin.

You hug him back and shake your head. “It’ll be there tomorrow.”