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A part of a continuation of Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors which is also on AO3.
Robin liked to make fun of him but she didn’t understand his early bird tendencies. Steve grew up playing multiple sports. That kind of lifestyle gives the body expectations. If Steve didn’t do his morning jogs, he’d be crawling up the walls halfway through the day with all his pent up restlessness. He’d tried on multiple occasions to convince her to join him since it hadn’t escaped his notice that Robin was also full of restless energy. She laughed in his face every time.
Okay, she might also have been laughing at him for his jogging outfit, but screw Robin! What did she know about athletic clothes? And there was nothing wrong with yellow! It was a happy color! Why wouldn’t he want to wear his favorite color doing one of his favorite activities?
He ran his usual route. It took him down the main street where he got to see all the shop owners get their stores ready for the day. He waved at Mr. Newby as he jogged past his electronics shop. He liked Mr. Newby. He’d helped Steve pick out the walkman he used during his morning run, and then fixed it when Steve dropped it and Robin stepped on it two days after Steve bought it. When Steve jogged past the diner, Benny gave him his usual nod of acknowledgement, which Steve returned with a smile.
Steve mapped out his jog so it lasted him the better part of an hour and finished with a quick circuit around his neighborhood. Between the main street and his neighborhood was a pleasant patch of green. There were enough trees to attract small woodland critters but not so many trees as to block out the morning sunshine. It provided a nice division between living quarters and the modest shopping district Hawkins boasted.
Steve started to slow his strides now that he was entering the last leg of his route. He looked down to fiddle with the walkman clipped at his waist in order to fast-forward the tape to the next song. In the moment of distraction, Steve tripped over a ball, of all things. Steve managed to catch himself before earning what would’ve been his third concussion. Feeling a bit huffy, Steve bent down to grab the ball that nearly murdered him.
It was a well-loved thing. A red, white, and blue basketball, scuffed up and worn smooth from use. He had no idea what it was doing at the side of a road near the woods.
Except no, wait a minute.
Steve blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes. He was on the sidewalk in front of an unfamiliar house. A black boy was peeking over the battered old fence surrounding the house. He had a bandana tied around his forehead and a sheepish expression on his face.
“Sorry!” the boy called. “I didn’t mean to throw it so hard! Can you give it back, mister?”
“Uh, sure,” Steve said, still trying to figure out how he arrived here. He didn’t recognize the street at all. Instead of throwing the ball back, he walked it over. The boy grinned at him when he handed the ball over the fence.
“Thanks!”
“No problem, kid,” Steve smiled back. The boy looked ready to dash back to the big tree off the driveway that had an old basketball hoop attached to the trunk. Steve cleared his throat. “Hey, could you tell me what street this is? I think I got myself turned around.”
“Oh, sure!” the boy said. “This is Upside Down Avenue. If you go that way and turn right, you’ll be on Flayer Drive, but if you go this way and turn left you’ll be on Creel Street.”
“...I don’t think I know those. Do you know which direction to get to the shopping district?”
The boy opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by barking. He let out an ‘oof’ when he was bowled over and out of view. The barking grew louder and more agitated. Was this a dog attack? Dogs could do some really bad damage on a kid. There wasn’t any screaming but what if the kid had hit his head and lost consciousness?
Steve, in his worry, ran and leapt over the fence. He barely cleared it but the fact he cleared it at all would be very impressive later when he wasn’t trying to save a kid.
When he landed on the other side, the boy was sprawled on the ground with a very, very large puppy on him. It growling and tugging at the collar of his shirt. It didn’t appear to have actually bitten the boy, though, so that was good.
“Erica, get off me! He was just asking for directions!” the boy said over the growling. He rolled over, taking the large puppy with him. He grabbed at the long black fur on the puppy’s neck and yanked her off him with surprising strength.
The puppy struggled out of the boy’s grasp and plopped down next to him. It had stopped growling and seemed to be sulking. The boy got to his feet and tried to dust himself off but the grass stains were not going to come out either, Steve knew this from experience. Steve crouched down next to the boy.
“Are you hurt?” Steve looked closely. He thought he had seen some scratches on the boy during the scuffle, but they were gone when he tried to find them now. “I thought that dog had you.”
“Nah, that’s just my dumb little sister. She can’t hurt me that bad,” the boy said with a shrug. The puppy let out a yappy sort of bark and the boy stuck his tongue out at it. Steve looked between the two of them.
“Your sister?” Steve asked. The boy’s eyes widened and a small growl started up in the dog.
“My little sister’s dog!” the boy yelped. “That’s what I meant. This is my little sister’s dog.” The boy looked really nervous. He was probably embarrassed. Steve gave him a smile.
“That’s alright, I get my words mixed up sometimes, too,” he said easily. Steve thought the dog snorted at that, but that was ridiculous. He probably imagined it. He got up and went over to grab the battered basketball that had gone flying when the boy had been bowled over. He threw it to the boy who caught it with ease. “So, you like basketball?”
The boy’s face lit up. “Yeah! I wanna join the team when I go to school.”
“Heck yeah, bud,” Steve grinned. “I used to be captain of the basketball team when I was in high school. It’s a lot of fun. What grade are you in?”
“Fifth,” he said. “But I’ll be going to Hawkins Middle School next year so I wanna be ready to try out by then. Hey, hey, can I show you what I can do? And you can tell me if I’ll make the team or not?”
Steve checked his watch. His run had already gone longer than it should have, and he still had to figure out how to get back to familiar ground so he could get home. On the other hand, he was stuck with another lousy afternoon shift. He didn’t technically have anything urgent to get done before then. He ran a hand through his damp hair to clear it from his face. He wondered where the kid’s parents were; they’d probably freak out about having some random guy watching their son shoot hoops. The kid looked at him so hopefully, though.
“Sure, I can do that,” Steve said.
The kid pumped his fist in victory, but the puppy started barking loudly. It circled the boy agitatedly. The boy tried to shove the puppy away but the puppy pranced out of reach before circling him again.
“Shut up, Erica! You’re spazzing for no reason,” the kid snapped.
“Lucas!”
A red-haired girl stomped across the yard at an alarming speed. Wisps of hair not tied back with the rest whipped around her face as a gust blew over the yard. Lucas nearly dropped the basketball with how quick he turned to see the girl. He did trip over the–still shockingly big, seriously, Steve didn’t know puppies could get that big– puppy who had stopped circling him the minute the girl shouted but had sat directly behind Lucas. The ball rolled over to where Steve stood.
“Max!” Lucas said, flustered, as he picked himself up. But Max didn’t acknowledge him. Instead she planted herself firmly between him and Steve. She glared at Steve furiously.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Max, it’s fine,” Lucas said, reaching out to touch her shoulder but she shrugged him off roughly, her wide eyes never leaving Steve even as the wind picked up.
“No, it isn’t. He could be anybody,” she said. Her hands were balled into fists and trembled slightly. She saw him noticing and paled. She crossed her arms defensively so her hands were completely hidden. In response, Steve relaxed his stance. He kept his hands in full view and kept his movements gentle. He knew what fear looked like when he saw it.
“You’re right,” Steve said calmly. “I’m Steve. I got lost and Lucas was nice enough to let me know where I was so I can try to find myself back.”
“You told him what?” Max asked, alarmed. It was Lucas’s turn to get defensive.
“He was on the other side of the fence! It wasn’t a big deal. And now the fence let him in, so it’s all okay anyway.”
“It will be,” Max hissed. “Eddie heard Erica barking. He’s on his way.”
“Shit,” Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Language,” Steve scolded reflexively. A stronger gust of wind blew around him. His eyes started to water from all the wind. He rubbed his eyes to relieve some of the grittiness and kept them at a squint to protect them from the wind. He could barely see anything.
“How did you get here before Eddie?” he heard Lucas ask Max, apparently ignoring Steve’s scolding entirely.
“I told you, I’m a zoomer.” For the first time since she arrived, Max’s voice held a hint of playfulness.
“Zoomers aren’t a thing,” Lucas snorted in amusement.
The wind let up enough by then that Steve could open his eyes, just in time to see a man walking towards them. The puppy shot off towards the man and then kept pace with him, yipping the whole time. If it weren’t a dog, Steve would have thought it was tattling on him. With the wind whipping that dark curly hair around, Steve couldn’t get a good look at the man’s face, but he moved his body fluidly and with surety. Seeing such confidence in movement always made Steve’s stomach swoop pleasantly.
When the man reached them, he placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder.
“You can cool it now, Maxie,” the gorgeous man said, gesturing vaguely upwards. His voice was tender and low and Steve had the ridiculous desire to swim in it. Max didn’t look at Eddie but nodded firmly once. The wind around them finally died down. “Why don’t you three go inside?”
“But nothing happened! Erica is making it sound worse than it was,” Lucas protests. “And I still need to practice!”
“You can practice later. Go inside now,” Eddie said. Lucas looked ready to argue but Max grabbed his hand and started to drag him back. Lucas all but melted when her hand touched his, and he followed her, starry eyed. The puppy was close at their heels. In unspoken agreement, they both waited until the kids were out of sight before conversing. Steve reached out to shake Eddie’s hand.
“Hey, I’m Steve–”
“I know who you are,” Eddie scowled. “How did you get in here? That fence is warded and I know you don’t have Jeff’s card anymore.”
Warded was a weird way to say locked, and Steve had no idea how Eddie knew the guy that scammed him that time. Unless it was someone else? Jeff was a common name…but there was only one Jeff that gave him a card. Steve shook his head.
“I don’t know if the gate was locked or not. I sort of jumped the fence?”
Eddie blinked at him. “You…jumped the fence.”
“Yeah? I mean, I don’t go around jumping into people’s fenced off property, but I thought Lucas had gotten hurt so I kind of reacted without thinking.” Steve ran his hand nervously through his hair. Eddie had eyes that were…wow. They’d probably be prettier if they weren’t glaring at Steve, sure, but Steve wouldn’t survive if Eddie’s eyes looked at him with the same softness he had when he had spoken to Max.
Eddie stomped over to the fence and hovered his hands over the top of it. Then down the side of it without ever actually touching the wood. Whatever it was that he was doing, it made his brow furrow. He looked back to the house, scowl still firmly in place.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asked loudly.
“Nothing!” Steve responded. He was literally just standing there, confused as hell.
“I’m not talking to you,” Eddie snapped at him, then returned his attention to the house. “You let him jump over like it was a regular fence? What are you up to, huh?”
Steve felt a retroactive burst of fear when he remembered electric fences existed. He felt stupid a split second later because the fence was the plain wooden plank kind. It wasn’t even a good wooden fence. Frankly, it looked about ready to collapse in on itself.
Steve was about to say so when he saw the house shiver. It shifted like a guilty child shuffled their feet.
“What the fuck,” Steve said instead. “What the fuck.”
Eddie let out a long sigh.
“Seriously, did you see–”
A captivating song flooded his senses. There was a brief moment of ‘this has happened before’ but it was washed away before Steve could grasp it. It wasn’t important. What mattered was that beautiful Eddie was singing his beautiful song.
“Go home, Steve,” Eddie said while the song swirled around them. “Forget.”
–
Steve threw his keys in the bowl kept near the entry. Far more gently, he took off his headphones, coiled them around his walkman, and set it next to the bowl. On the couch, Robin lounged and read one of her weird literature books. Clearly she was enjoying her day off. She looked up when Steve entered.
“Hey dingus, what took you so long?” she asked.
Normally, Steve’s morning run cleared his head. It helped him get ready and focused for the day. Today, though, Steve’s mind felt like a muddy puddle. He half wanted to go on another run but that probably wouldn’t have made a difference.
“Steve?” Robin asked. She wore a concerned expression. Steve realized that he hadn’t answered her question.
“Got turned around,” Steve mumbled.
“You got lost,” Robin said in disbelief. “On the run you’ve been doing every day since we moved here?”
Steve shrugged. “Some kid gave me directions, I guess? But I'm home now.”
He didn’t know why he said that last part out loud. It seemed important but obviously Robin could see he was home. Robin’s expression became even more concerned.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Steve nodded numbly. He didn’t want her to worry. There wasn’t any need for it. He was home now.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Steve said. “I think I’m gonna take a nap before work.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Robin did not sound convinced but she let it go, much to Steve’s relief. He headed to his room. A nap would help him get his head straight.
#trensu tells stories#hawkins halfway house for homeless horrors#stranger things#steve harrington#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#max mayfield#eddie munson#steddie#this is one scene of maybe four total#Eddie is a very stubborn guy so it takes him a while to warm up to steve okay#he'll get there eventually
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Through Fire & Blood III
Kyōjurō Rengoku x DragonRider!Reader
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I've had this stored away a very long time in a dark corner where I completely forgot about it
So I'm finally going to post the last chapter I wrote for it and then this fic is up for adoption :3
Hope you enjoy this last chapter from me
Part One
Part Two
It wasn't until Kyōjurō was turning the corner to his home did he realise that you’d called him ‘Mister Loud Restaurant Man’. which had him grinning for a delectable little moment before the realisation that you didn't know his name came crashing down. That realisation was soon brutally crushed as another realisation came crashing down.
Kyōjurō didn’t know your name either. Kyōjurō had been walking on autopilot, lost oh so deep in the ocean of thoughts about the whole ordeal that didn't even realise he’d made it home, to his room in fact. He stood silently at his door, bewildered at how lost in his thoughts he’d become.
Putting on his sleepwear Kyōjurō replayed the scene in his head mulling over what he could’ve done differently. He lay down in his futon, his thoughts still swirling, however Kyōjurō was not one to linger on what ifs, so he decided to rectify his mistake with a deceptively simple idea. Exchanging names.
You had been wearing a delicate grin amongst your blooming cheeks with your head in the clouds–both literally and figuratively–since your little woodland encounter. Of course, your small band of friends had quickly noticed the change in behaviour.
“You know, for someone that just got knocked out of the sky, you seem awfully…giddy,” Arthur spoke, Your friends hummed in agreement before trying to pry answers from your stammering lips, all the while your dragon giggled in glee knowing the reason you were acting so unusual. It didn't take long for the rest of your team to start prying for details, each of them blasting you with question after question. At this rate they'd end up blasting you out of the sky with their constant stream of inquiries. As if you needed to be rapidly plummeting back to earth again today.
After the horrendous ride back you’d remained sat on your bed carefully tending to your dragon’s wounds. Being sure to make up a better splint for a more effective recovery. The night's events played ever looping in your mind, thoughts flooding your brain and spilling out your mouth. Your dragon half-heartedly listens to your worries. Of course it wasn't that the beast didn't care, they certainly did, It's just that you seemed a bit… hysterical about the topic at hand. Raving about how strange demons were and how stunningly heroic your rescuer had been. Your thoughts were spinning and you went with them spilling an endless sea from the depths of your mind out through your mouth. 'What's up with demons? Could they be connected to the hunter activity in the area? What about this Demon Slayer Corps? Could they help if the demons and hunters are connected? Would they? And then there was your oh so handsome saviour tonight… 'The way he swung his sword…' or 'how the brilliant flames seemed to make him appear ethereal…'
Your dragon rolled their eyes, oh boy were you hooked.
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The next time you meet it was certainly not at a restaurant. Although once upon a time it could've been. Kyōjurō has been sent to an old abandoned mansion near the coast that'd supposedly been cursed. People would see bright flashes from the far off abode combined with the most horrible screams and screeches. The corps had initially sent in a few teams to investigate but none had reported back. Now the corps was sending in the Flame Hashira.
You on the other hand were following up on hunter attacks with the rest of your team. You'd managed to narrow down possible hunter bases to 3 main points on the coast.
Over the next week the team would investigate each location to see if their suspicions were true.
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The Beasts in the Shadows Chapter 1: Those Forsaken by the Land
Summary: We get a glimpse of a peasant family in the Forsaken Realm. Meanwhile, Josele looks back on a part of her life and begins having questions. Genre: general Word count: ~3000
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Horto. A village located near the furthest edge of the Forsaken Realm. The nearest neighboring settlement was Hage.
Where Hage was a farming town, Horto specialized in the production of lumber. The village was built on the outskirts of a forest, dense in its foliage thanks to the nutrient rich soil and various streams which ran through the area. It was natural for the people of Horto to make their living off lumber with so many trees around.
Another business was also present in Horto, that of hunting wild beasts for meat. And the ones who hunted were the Yverns. Their home was a cabin built between the town’s edge and the beginning of the woodlands. It was where they lived, stored their equipment, and even butchered the animals they hunted.
A middle-aged woman—Dehlila Yvern—with a muscular build and unruly, red hair returned home late in the night. She stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of her husband, Braun, tending to a dying fireplace. He turned his head to the door and smiled at Dehlila.
“Welcome home, Dehl,” he said with a soft voice.
“Yup, I’m back,” Dehlila answered. She placed her set of weapons by the threshold of the cabin and slid off her boots. As she made her way over to the fireplace, she whispered, “The wilderness is growing more aggressive by the day.”
“Dangerous hunt?” Braun asked, to which Dehlila nodded. He then coaxed her into sitting at the hearth. “Everyone is at least safe, yeah?”
“Mhm. No severe injuries,” Dehlila replied plainly. “But I can’t help but feel unsettled.” Her attention turned to a window and she gazed at the night sky, obscured by clouds. “I wonder if the Qliphoth ritual unleashed negative mana that’s become a part of the land and… tainted it, I guess?”
“You think it’s connected?” Braun crossed his arms and tapped his heel against the floor. “Well I dunno much about devils so it could be.”
“Haah…” Dehlila buried her face in her hands. “Or maybe I’m going crazy.”
Braun reached over and touched Dehlila’s shoulder.
“You’re not, dear. Trust me.”
The couple grinned at each other, feeling more at ease thanks to each other.
“So how were things while I was away?” Dehlila questioned, straight and to the point. “With a whole week, something must’ve happened right?”
“Yeah. Plenty happened,” Braun muttered. “We finally heard back from the Southern Enclave about the albaachs. The herd moved on quietly.” As he explained, Delilah silently listened. “The Eastern Enclave is on high alert for the waters. As for us, Ross and Bianco went scouting with Oliver and found a den just four miles into the woods. They cleared it out already though.”
“Four miles? That’s too close for comfort…”
“Really is. We ought to push back before the beasts’ territory encroaches on the town.” Braun paused to scoop cold ashes over the fire and smother the last of the flames. “And we received the replacements for the damaged equipment from the encounter with that Letum.”
Dehlila let out a relieved exhale. “About time. It’s been nearly two months and only now do we get new tools?” She shook her head and with it, her annoyance dissipated. Then she asked, “And how’s Cassandra’s training?”
“Ah… That.” Braun patted his knees for a moment as he seemed to collect himself. “Sibyl says that the little one’s got a good grasp of her powers already. Cass can use her magic when she wants to, but it still acts up on its own sometimes.”
Dehlila listened, humming and nodding along to Braun’s explanation.
“I suppose I can’t expect more than that. She’s still only four,” Dehlila muttered. “Still, I’ll test her tomorrow to see just how well she’s doing.”
Perhaps it was demanding for the Yverns to have Cassandra training her magic in earnest at such a young age. But as peasants, they had to work hard to simply survive. Dehlila, Braun, and their other kids had gone through similar training from a young age as well. It felt necessary to teach Cassandra how to use magic early in preparation for the future in a world where magic was everything. Especially with the nature of the child’s magic.
After making sure the fire was completely put out, Dehlila and Braun went upstairs, led by candlelight. They passed by the two bedrooms that were split between the sons and daughters of the family. The couple reached their room and when they entered, there was already someone on the bed.
A little girl with messy red hair that was so disheveled that it almost covered her mismatched eyes, one blue and one gray.
“Cass?” Dehlila went over to the bed and climbed onto it. “What’re you doing here?”
“Mommy got home,” Cassandra replied. “I wanted to see you.”
“Oh baby.” Laughing, Dehlila patted her daughter on the head. “You could’ve seen me in the morning.”
“But I wanted to see you no—ahhhhh…” Cassandra muttered before a yawn rose from her throat.
Braun, now sitting with his wife and daughter, chuckled, “Look what you get for sneaking around at night.” He scooped up Cassandra and bounced her in his arms. “All tuckered out.”
“Can I sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” Cassandra asked while rubbing her eyes. “Helen’s all kicky tonight. And I get kicked from bed a lots…”
“Alrighty then. Sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight,” Dehlila whispered. She brushed Cassandra’s bangs a bit, causing a shimmer of silver to be seen from within the locks, then kissed the girl’s forehead.
The parents changed into their night clothes then joined Cassandra under the blankets.
“Lullaby?”
“Which one, Cass?” Dehlila asked.
“My favorite. Pretty please?”
“Okay then…” Dehlila took a breath before she began to sing a low, slow song.
“Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight. The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep. But I'm here to guard you, and be your light.”
Cassandra hummed, pleased by the sound of her mother’s singing voice.
Dehlila smiled at the sight of her child, so young and innocent, drifting into sleep for pleasant dreams. She continued to sing.
“When your heart fills with dread… The smallest things will leave you dead…
In the glow of twilight, it's time to rest. Lay yourself down and let your eyes close…”
…..
Miles away, the same song was carried by another voice.
“Still and quiet…” Josele muttered to herself as she scrubbed the floor of the common area. “The air feels like death…”
Spurred on by the lack of anything else to do, the Black Bulls were doing a deep clean of their base. The squad was spread throughout the base. Clearing out dust, washing everything to a shine, and reorganizing their cupboards and cabinets. While some were having fun with their teammates in doing the work, Josele was absorbed in her own world.
“What peril looms beyond…” The words came to Josele from the past, from memories that she hadn’t considered for years. “No one knows…”
“What’s with the creepy tune, Jo?”
“Huh?” Suddenly pulled from her thoughts, Josele perked up and turned to face Yami who was behind her. “Sorry, say that again?”
“I was asking about the song,” Yami said bluntly. “What’s got you singing something so weird?”
Josele blinked a couple of times before letting out a half-hearted sigh.
“I don’t know actually,” she answered and shrugged. “I was just remembering this old lullaby that my dad used to sing.”
“A lullaby? Sounded like some dark ritual chant to me,” Yami replied with a chuckle. He clapped Josele on the back before walking off to resume his share of the cleaning.
Left alone, Josele sat in silence for a bit. The lullaby had never come off as particularly unsettling to her. Then again, she grew up with Thomas singing her the song every so often. He never sang as often as Gwenith did, but Josele’s memory of her dad included him singing that tune to her. He shared that lullaby with Josele for as long as she could remember and only stopped after—
Josele’s hand, gripping a sponge, paused over her bucket of soap water.
When did he stop singing the lullaby? she wondered. I guess I just outgrew lullabies like every other kid. Josele plunged the sponge into the bucket. She had to finish scrubbing the floor.
…..
The Black Bulls gathered for breakfast in their freshly cleaned mess hall the following morning.
Despite everyone working themselves to the bone during cleaning yesterday, the squad was as animated as ever. Perhaps more so as the refreshed environment made the people feel renewed themselves.
Vanessa, Acylla, and Mallory had a lively chat about a Girls’ Day Out. Grey and Finral helped Charmy bring out various plates of breakfast dishes to be shared. Henry waved a book in the air as he chatted with Gordon. Nacht and Yami were respectively holding Gauche and Asta back from each other, both looking quite irritated. Unsurprising for Gauche but a shock coming from Asta. The rest of the squad who wasn’t absorbed in another conversation was having a laugh at the site.
“Just look at him!” Asta raised his hands as best he could to show off Liebe, looking none too pleased with his position, in his miniaturized form. “Is he not adorable?”
“Hell no! Fancy pastries and girls like Noelle and Marie are adorable. But he’s a devil!”
Josele smiled at the sight of the Black Bulls, being themselves as always. She glanced past the argument to see an open spot at the table next to Magna. But first, Josele walked up to Nacht.
“Morning, handsome,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.
The greeting made Nacht smile and his whole body relaxed. Gauche used that opportunity to break free and lunge at Asta.
“GRAAAAAHHHH!”
“YAAAAA! WATCH IT!”
Josele slipped by and sat down next to Magna.
“Mornin’, Miss Josele,” Magna cackled as he acknowledged her. “Nice work there!”
“Wasn’t my plan but—” Josele glanced over at Gauche and Asta.
“Look here, Asta! I’ll concede on ‘cute’ but ‘precious’ and ‘adorable’ are out of the question!”
“No fair! You don’t get to keep me from using words!”
“Say Magna…” Josele lowered her voice. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go for it!”
“Do you recall your parents ever singing a particular lullaby to you?”
“Hm? My ma sang a bit.” Magna’s brow creased as he answered. “Not sure if I remember much.” He shook his head and clenched his hand. “But go and tell me that song!”
“Right then. The first verse goes like this. ‘Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight…’” Josele didn’t bother to sing the exact tune, only relay the words. “‘The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep… But I'm here to guard you, and be your light…’”
Josele stopped and let the words hang in the air. Magna crossed his arms and his face twisted up in thought. It was clear on his face that he was searching his memories for recognition. But after a few seconds, he groaned.
“I got nothing,” muttered Magna as he gave a shrug. “Maybe the song was specific to the area you lived in?”
“Weird…” Josele’s gaze fell. “My dad said it was a song shared by peasants.”
“I’m a peasant and I know for sure I never heard that song.” Magna patted Josele on the shoulder. “But hey, there’s still others ya’ can ask. Heeey! Asta! Zora!”
At the sound of their names, Asta and Zora turned to Magna. In fact, the whole squad glanced at him and Josele though most returned to their own conversations. It didn’t take long for Zora and Asta to go over to where Magna and Josele sat.
“What’s up?” asked Asta.
“Better have a good reason for shouting us over.” Zora didn’t bother hiding his irritation.
“I wanna check if you two recognize a song that I know,” Josele answered.
“So not a good reason at all.” Zora rolled his eyes.
Brushing aside the remark, Josele again recited the first verse of the song and even shared the second verse but her voice trailed off as she started the third as none of the boys had any reaction other than confusion.
“And you’re sure we ought to know a creepy song like that?” Zora pressed as his lip curled back in annoyance.
“What’s so creepy about it?” Josele asked with a raised brow.
The guys around Josele were silent for a beat.
“Uh, did you miss the mentions of death and doom in the lyrics?” Zora spat back.
“I dunno if Sister Lily would’ve ever sung that song for the kids…”
Magna muttered, “Maybe your old man made up the song?”
“Ngh… Doubt it…” Josele whispered.
Thomas hadn’t been the creative type. Sure he would carve wood into little animal figures but songwriting was something else entirely. Her mother was more likely to try writing a poem but that wasn’t a full song.
“It could be something your dad got from his parents,” Zora offered with a gentle tone. “Like my dad’s stew recipe. It’s a family thing rather than a peasant thing.”
Josele closed her eyes and hummed. That was the only other thing that made sense.
“Sorry to ask such a weird question.”
“Hey don’t worry about it.” Asta waved his hand through the air. “And sorry I couldn’t help.”
Josele patted Asta on the head to reassure him before the young man left to sit elsewhere. Magna nudged Josele’s arm with his elbow, a sign of good faith. Zora rolled his eyes again but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he went to sit elsewhere. Josele nodded to herself before getting up to sit next to Nacht.
But the topic of the conversation, her dad’s lullaby, stuck with Josele the rest of the day. The lyrics and melody came to mind with perfect clarity. Thomas’s words when he shared it with her, “This is a special song for peasants like us,” echoed too. In her remembrance, there also came questions.
Why was it that none of the peasant-born squad members knew of the song despite what Thomas claimed?
Was it really such a creepy song?
Who taught Thomas the song? And where did that person learn it from?
Where did the song come from in the first place?
What was the story behind the lullaby?
“Am I overthinking this?” Josele asked as she and Nacht prepared to sleep that night.
A lean but strong arm wrapped around Josele’s middle and pulled her back to sit on the bed. A cold kiss was pressed to her shoulder.
“I don’t think so, darling,” Nacht muttered as he put his other arm around Josele. “It’s only natural to question what we know to be true when we hear something that contradicts that truth.. And that lullaby is something personal to you, so you’re going to think about it even more.”
“Guess you’re right about that…” Josele let out a sigh. She scooted and lowered herself into laying down, which Nacht followed. “Nacht…”
“Hm?”
“Did you ever do that? Question what you thought was true, I mean…”
“Yes.” Nacht’s arms tightened around Josele. His whole body curled into hers. “Many times, in fact.”
Silence fell over the couple. Josele turned in Nacht’s arms and hugged him back. Her lips parted for a moment, but they closed without sharing the sentiment she had in mind. Not that she had to speak it aloud.
…..
Everything will look blurry. Like when it rains and the raindrops fall in her eyes, only it doesn’t feel like there’s going to be rain.
Moving will feel bumpy. Only she won’t be running on her own. Instead, she feels like someone will carry her away as she watches what she will be carried away from.
There will be two people, the backs of which will be turned to her.
The first of them will be a woman with a special knife just like Mommy and Daddy’s and eyes that look at her gently.
The second of them will be a man who has horns on his head like a beast and a kind smile despite his gloomy presence.
She will look past them and see what is coming after them. The form will look unclear because of the water in her eyes but the colors alone will make her stomach churn, thinking of poison and sickness.
The urge to beg them not to go will come to her. But she won’t be able to say it, knowing that they’ll have to fight what will chase them.
…..
Cassandra blinked awake. She sat up in her own bed that night.
She frowned and tilted her head, realizing that she didn’t recognize the people in her dream.
Feeling restless, Cassandra crawled out of bed to go to the window. The night was partially cloudy so the moon and stars were still visible to her. Thinking about her dream, she realized that it looked like there were stars in the woman’s hair. And the man’s face was pale like the moon.
“Weird…”
Her gaze lowered so she could see the wall of trees that indicated the beginning of the forest.
Her family was in and out of those woods daily. Sometimes bringing out dead animals, like rabbits and birds with the same name as all the people in the Forsaken Realm were called. Sometimes, they went into the woods only to come out covered in blood and carrying broken weapons. The family’s weapons broke often.
Except the daggers and swords made from “Silva Steel.” Cassandra wondered how her family had weapons from the royal Silvas. Or maybe they just called the metal that because it was silvery like the Silva name?
Cassandra shook her head and refocused on the trees. And when she did, she saw someone walking out of the woods and towards the cabin. She leaned out the window and squinted to get a better look.
Then, she gasped. The person’s colors made her feel sick, like the colors from her dream.
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I know I am not qualified to speak on the difference between city and rural atrocities. But, for me personally, there is always something more horrifying about rural horror than urban horror. There is something about being outside of the city, the nearest grocery store is maybe 30 minutes to 3 hours out. As is any police department, your neighbor is about 2 to 5 miles out. And its just you and a the woodlands next to your house.
I dunno what it is, but monsters in the sewers, the dark alleys, on the roof tops of the apartment, in your mirrors, the neighbor next door, the park isn't nearly as scary as. There is something freaking out the farm animals and its coming from the woods.
...that being said. I do have this one idea for horror that makes what I have described here as mundane that still gives that vibe. At least to me.
Anyone here ever watched Lady in the Water? I know its like a really bad film where M. Night casts himself as an all knowing prophet who should be respected and a movie critic gets killed in it. In response to, critics lambasting SIGNs after he succeeded with Sixth Senese.
Anyway, not the point. Imagine an apartment complex like that. High rise. But compact. A singular, massive, set of buildings close together. Parking lot on the outside, apartments on the inside and at the middle of it all a pool area. Kind of like a hotel where the apartments raise up to ten floors. But its enclosed, isolated enough, escape is on the outside rather than the inside. If you get isolated in the pool area or the hallways its harder to get out than to run in.
I've digressed. Imagine this entire complex of apartments. Quiet. Like dead quiet. Like its 3 in the afternoon and there is nothing but silence. Only the distance free way traffic making any noise and its so quiet that despite the on ramp being twenty blocks down. It carries the noise anyway. No trains. No passersby. This apartment complex is empty and silent. No manager, no land lord or lady, janitor is gone, the residence left their cars parked. But there is no record of anyone even living there. The city itself forgot it existed and only discovered it recently because there was a black out and there was a business nearby that needed its power returned. Who knows how long its been forgotten. It seems obvious that someone should of heard or seen it. It doesn't appear on Google Maps, its not in any phone book or city record. No taxes or deeds attached to it. Just an empty apartment complex in the middle of the city. And its dead quiet.
Maintenance men go in with city officials to scout the place. Lock smith opens the door to each apartment. People were clearly living there. There's clothing in the bed rooms, towels in the bathroom, stocked up on toilet paper and hand soap. Tooth brushes in cups, dishes in soaking.
Stranger still, there is no precise time as to which any of these people just "stopped". Some apartments have dinner maranading in the fridge, others have bacon on the counter, others have everything put away and the dishwasher full. Another has laundry out hanging and another there is no sign of struggle, in fact, based on the placement of the clothing. These people were fast asleep. TV dinners on folding tables in front of the Television. Lottery tickets on the nightstand.
These people were all living their daily lives...until they just stopped in the middle of whatever they were doing.
What caused them all to stop? What made the city forget?
Who knows. But thats pretty much the gist of my horror idea to make the urban horror go from what I consider to be mundane to suspenseful. Make a place that is usually busy, populated, and noisy and make it feel as isolated and alone as living on a farm near a woodland.
The story I have in mind, also takes place in a suburban neighborhood that was discovered to be forgotten in a similar way. Only rediscovered when someone took the wrong turn on accident and came upon it. Rows of houses, all residence having stopped at different points in their day. Hoses out soaking a now drowned garden, trash bins out for pick up, cars parked in drive ways. But not a single sound. No one walking their dogs, going for a jog. Houses covers in layers of dust along with the cars parked. Entire neighborhood just vanishing at different points in their lives. The entire cul de sac and neighborhood forgotten by the city to even exist. Sitting there. Vacant for who knows how long.
So yeah, look forward to that if I ever get around to writing it.
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Fallingwater
Penn once asked a financially-savvy friend of his to help him learn to invest. His friend told him: become a star, make enough money, and hire somebody to invest for you. Very wise.
So now he's building a house in the desert in Vegas where we've moved, and he's doing it wisely. I found him a property that didn't quite suit me, but seemed to have potential. He thought it flawed too, but instead of wasting time shopping for the perfect location, he hired a budding architect who needs a break, and said, "Design me the coolest house in North America. I want it to have x, y, and z. Make it cheap and turn the minuses of the place I've bought into plusses."
The budding architect is working like mad. His ideas are stunning, the inspiration of a young man bursting to show how ingenious he can be. And (to make the project really happen) he's kept them very inexpensive. So, in exchange for some clever organization and well-placed cash, Penn will have his dream house built in a year, and nicely within his budget.
Now, when I on the other hand, think about building a house, I say, "Wow, building a house. That sounds interesting." So I drive around and around, looking for a wonderful piece of land. I haven't found it yet (that's how I found Penn his place). I've met four architects. I haven't hired one yet (Penn's architect is using one of the firms I found to do his final drawings and get official approvals).
I've xeroxed pictures out of architecture books. I've read the philosophy of floorplans. I've even drawn my own. But I know little about materials, nothing about construction. So here I am, trying to be Jefferson, the gentleman architect, emulating Palladio; but deep down, I doubt I'll come up with Monticello. To get workmanship like that you need slaves.
Nevertheless, when I realized that my show would be playing in Pennsylvania near Fallingwater, the legendary home Frank Lloyd Wright built for the Pittsburgh department store tycoon around 1938, I decided I'd have to see it. Not that I could afford to build a single room of it. Nor that I would even have the slightest notion what was holding it up. Not that a tycoon's woodland retreat on a mountain stream would have any features I could use on a cheap house in the desert.
No. I told myself I was going just to see for myself the home most architects consider the gateway into the modern era. You know Fallingwater. You've seen it in every book on 20th Century design: it's the one with the massive cantilevered terraces of concrete sailing over a waterfall.
It's located on Bear Run, a creek in the heart of a sea of evergreens, which the owners of Fallingwater, the Kauffman department store family of Pittsburgh, placed into the loving care of the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy twenty-three years ago. With the savvy largesse of successful entrepreneurs, the Kauffmans not only endowed the project - they stuck around and taught the new owners how to make the house-museum pay for its own wellbeing with a pricy gift shop, a serious admission charge, "membership" with perks like pretty nature calendars, and deft begging from those with deep pockets for the wellbeing of great art.
So I paid my extra twenty bucks for the exclusive in-depth tour - (you have to get there in the chilly dawn, but they let you take snapshots and visit the boiler room and the maid's boudoir) and embarked with my shivering group, captained by Sue, a cherubic woman who has been guiding tours at Fallingwater for twenty-three years.
Sue knew Edgar Kaufmann, Jr., the original owner's son, mad for architecture and so in love with Wright that he pursued him to Taliesen and lapped up wisdom at his feet. It was little Eddie that got dad to hire Wright to begin with. Later when Edgar, Jr. became sure that he had no talent as an architect he became a professional aesthete, teaching architectural history and running museums.
I asked about Edgar's character. Sue remembered saying to him, "Who came to stay with you at the guest house at Fallingwater?" In the graceful way of elderly bachelors who prefer to keep their private life private, he merely smiled and quipped, "Oh, just people who wander out of the forest."
As you approach, the house gradually reveals itself through the trees, and by the time you're standing on the concrete bridge across the creek (the one Wright rebuilt four times, so that instead of costing $2500, it cost $30,000) you can see it all. It flows down the hillside and touches the water - literally: a set of stairs, pure artistic gesture, enables you to walk down from the Great Room on the first floor and stand on a tiny platform in the middle of the stream. You can't jump off and swim. You can't launch a boat from here. It's just cool.
The Kaufmans never argued about that set of steps. Wright made it clear that on other things he would accommodate the Kaufmans to make the home practical. But on that one thing, he would not bend.
Beside the house, over the driveway, are concrete trellises. They form an open ceiling of straight concrete beams - except for one. There was a tree in the way of this one. So this trellis beam makes a semi-circular detour around what used to be a fat old tree. The tree died long ago, and they planted a new one. Now the beam makes a fat detour around a skinny young tree.
The front door is casual; you walk past a little square rock pool with a narrow stream piddling from the house into it (no doubt some Oriental sign of welcome - Wright loved Asian architectural stunts), and into the mouth of a cave, closed off only by a glass door, then ascend into the Great Room (the one in all the pictures of the interior of the house).
As we entered, Sue gasped. "Look at the floor! They must be showing off for the Advisor Committee." Overnight the cleaners had polished the huge, rough slabs of triangular stone quarried right on the property, with Johnson's Wax. They shone like giant patent leather shoes.
This is the room where the "open plan" became famous. No more "formal parlor" "library" "music room", but one Great Room with areas for each. Here is the birth of the American institution, the Dining Area (these dining chairs have three legs, because the floor is so irregular that four-legged furniture would drive you crazy.)
A boulder intrudes through the floor and legend has it that Kaufman Sr. brought Wright out to show him around and told him that this stone was his favorite place to sit and take in the scene. So Wright designed it as the core of the house, and topped it with a tall stone fireplace. The chimney rises through the house like a mast, and all the fireplaces in the upper rooms feed into the same stone tower.
The house, in fact, is really like a great rock and concrete ship. Each of the three floors is a deck, with both sheltered space indoors and open terrace space outdoors to promenade on and look down at the water. The lower deck is the Great Room and kitchen; the middle deck is master and guest bedrooms; and little Edgar, Jr. lived upstairs in the equivalent of the captain's quarters. Each door in the house is a single slab of wood, beveled to fit the minimal frame perfectly, with neat hinges that fold into the wood itself; they were constructed by a shipbuilding company, which also supplied all the interior lumber, a special kind of wood resistant the dampness on ships - or in houses built over waterfalls.
Wright and the Kaufmanns planned to dramatize the arrival of guests (and attract their eyes to the boulder fireplace) by presenting them with a cup of warmed wine from a huge cast-iron wine warmer which swings in an arc from its own alcove at the side of the fireplace to a position over the fire. It looks majestic. Unfortunately, the Cherokee red paint that Wright loved to paint metal (he even painted his car Cherokee red) instantly flaked off the kettle when it went over the flames. Also, the lid on the wine-warmer weighed seventy pounds, a bit cumbersome to manage with a wine-cup in your other hand, and the kettle was so massive that it took hours and hours to heat. So it stayed as a prop to one side of the fireplace and the Kaufmanns warmed their wine like normal folk in a pot on the kitchen stove.
In the Great Room, you first really notice the glass - walls of it. Normal windows in those days were little holes punched in the walls between between supporting uprights. But here the ceiling is cantilevered - there ARE no supporting uprights - so the windows drape like a sheer curtain lightly dividing each room from its terrace. In a showoff move suggested by Kaufman, Sr. the window corners of the Great Room don't have any upright at all - not even a frame: glass meets glass with a line of clear calking, and the ceiling seems to levitate above them.
As you ascend to the upper levels of the house, the rooms get small and tree-housey. There are nearly no window coverings, but since all the windows face southeast, every room has total privacy, from all but voyeuristic deer. I asked Sue, "Was there a lot of nudity among the Kaufmans?" She gave a cryptic toss of the head, "Quite a bit of skin showed here from time to time."
The house shows evidence of the struggle between client and architect. The top of a desk had been too narrow. Edgar, Sr. wanted it wider. But a wider desk top would block the arc of the swing of a window. So Wright designed the wider desktop with a quarter-of-a-pie cutout to allow the window panel to open into the top itself. Here and there you spot a comfortable non-Wright chair. By this time in his career, F.L.W. admitted that he had been "bruised enough" by his own very nice-looking, very upright furniture that he didn't mind people having chairs they could actually relax in.
Right up until his death in 1989, Edgar Kaufman, Jr. used to drop in and fuss with things to make them just right. He wanted to keep the house feeling like a house, not a museum, so he said. But still, if somebody picked a book out of the library and replaced it in a different position, he'd notice it at once. "Somebody's changed the rhythm of the books," he'd say.
Outside, by the carports, Sue made her pitch for the pretty- flower calendar. We gave her a round of applause and went off to enjoy the grounds.
I followed a husband-and-wife architect couple and eavesdropped. "Those windows would run over a million nowadays, wouldn't they, honey?" he asked, looking soulfully from the stream back up at the classic view of the house, with its cascade of glass down one side of the stone "mast".
"Uh-huh. I priced just one of those windows, four feet by twelve. Sixteen thousand."
I walked off. So. My house should have no windows, no bridges, and not be cantilevered over a stream. Since there's no on-site quarry and nowadays masons cost sixty-five dollars an hour instead of thirty-five cents, maybe I should minimize the stonecutting altogether. Concrete block. Yeah, and drywall. And maybe it will have rooms. Screw the open plan: I don't want to have somebody playing the piano while I'm trying to eat my cereal. No boulders in my kitchen, thank you, and no cast-iron useless wine warmers either; but I do want plenty of privacy for the nudity of any visitors who wander in out of the desert. If there's a cactus in the way of a beam, I'll chop it down. This house will rule, not kowtow to, nature.
But it will - it must - have one useless set of steps that lead to nowhere. Maybe on the desert they should lead straight up, towards the sun. It will be expensive, I know. But you just shut up. On this one point I will not bend.
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Hmmmmm, it says anything....what kind of things do you like to do for fun???
Thanks for the ask. I don't usually do this so here goes. It's long but fuck it no one's asked before and maybe it'd be good bed time reading for insomniacs.
If I'm not managing my pinterest or taking care of my two kids then I'm usually working so I try to make the best of any free time I have. If it's just me and the kids, we usually visit parks, historical sites or the zoo. At home my eldest likes to watch My Froggy Stuff on Youtube. The presenter shows how to make doll furniture and accessories so we make our own pieces and watch Pedro's SNL on repeat. Her choice, not mine. It was funny the first 100 times, not so much anymore. She now does "the hospital voice". He has ruined my life😄
My husband travels for work a lot and studies so when we do have time together as a family we make the most of it. I live close to Dublin city and we're spoiled here for activities. It's full of museums, galleries, historical sites, parks and busy streets with live music. It sounds like I'm working for the tourism board but it's honestly an amazing place to live. If it's the 4 of us we can hit a restaurant, check out the buskers of Grafton Street, visit the Disney store, go to a museum and get lost in some woodlands all in a 4 hour trip door to door and for less than €100 so we do that regularly. Our last family day out was to the Game of Thrones studio tour which is in Northern Ireland. That's just 90 minutes away. (It's great but Pedro's costumes are in storage since the last tour with only accessories and weapon on show and Bella only showed for a few seconds in a VT so my kid was annoyed that neither Marcus Moreno or The Worst Witch got the appreciation they deserve). Again we're spoiled, my husband is from the North so we're regularly at GOT sites because his family live near by (Mourne Mountains, Tullymore Forest, Linen Mill Studios). I used to drink in Belfast when Pedro was there but I wasn't a fan of "Tits, Ass and Dragons" then or the tiny pub they used to hang out in. Or the dirty one with kegs for seats😆. I made bad decisions and yes, I hate myself for it now.
On the rare occasion we have time off together and we have babysitters, we'll go to a live gig followed by some booze in The Porterhouse and some Iranian food in Zaytoon. I'm not picky. We'll go to music, comedy, theatre, musicals, sport, a festival or trade shows. I'm spoiled for choice. Artists like to start their European tours here and the main venues are 30 mins away. The last gigs I was at were Counting Crows, Chris Rock, The Book of Mormon, Ireland v USA, Taste of Dublin and I collect whiskey, there are a few trade shows a year. (Sounds wanker-y but they're good investments. An annual release of a €180 bottle over 5 years can be sold as a collection for thousands should you need quick cash.)
If I need alone time, it's tough to find here. I can't stress that enough. Dubliners and visitors are generally super friendly and open so strangers will talk to you constantly and there's nowhere to hide. If I need to clear my head then it's headphones on, grab a smoke at the highest point I can reach in the city so I can take in the view. Walk the city looking for new graffiti by my favourite artists/collectives while listening to local bands (Fontaines DC, Thumper, Damien Dempsey, Dermot Kennedy, Tebi Rex, Denise Chaila, Wyvern Lingo), get some thai street food, watch some buskars (check out Allie Sherlock) on Grafton Street, get a pint in Keoghs, go to a few galleries before heading home to hide in my cabin to watch 70s and 80s movies.
My cabin is my other baby. I bought my house with the cabin in mind and finally had it installed it in 2020. It's a self contained apartment, is sound proof, has a 7.1 surround sound cinema and doubles as a gym. Sounds super wanker-y but it was another investment which is paying off when I rent it out sometimes. Eventually it will be an apartment for one of the kids when they're older and can't move out because of the chronic housing shortage we have in the city. We aren't indulgent in other ways so being able to watch old movies in 4k while cranking out a weeks worth of laundry and getting in some steps makes other sacrifices worth it.
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10, 12, 19.
Do you have a favourite classic novel?
Here is where I feel guilty about all the classics I haven't read. The one that immediately comes to mind is Nineteen Eighty-Four. I consider it one of the most terrifying books I've ever read - mostly due to the scenes between Winston and O'Brien. The "boot stamping on a human face forever," the part where Winston feels as if O'Brien's mind contains his mind and there is nothing he can think or do that has not been anticipated, Room 101 and the endgame being the breaking of the spirit and the betrayal of the other. Eugh. I haven't read that book in years and it still makes me shudder just thinking about it.
Do you prefer baking or cooking?
Cooking! Baking is a pain in the ass. I love baked goods, but the number of times I have had to deal with bullshit from my bread dough because of the temperature this and the humidity that and the age of the yeast this and that and the other thing. I've had so many meltdowns about baking. When it comes to cooking, I love being able to improvise and try things out.
My newest favorite thing to cook is a quick recipe for lemongrass tofu I figured out. It's hard to find lemongrass at non-specialty stores, plus it's usually expensive and there's no way in hell I will be able to use all of it. So I found this lemongrass powder spice at a Vietnamese grocery store. I cut the tofu into thin slabs and brush both sides with a mixture of peanut oil, lemongrass powder, and five spice powder. Then air fry on both sides until crispy. Serve with rice or rice vermicelli + veggies and mix it all together with hoisin sauce and a sprinkle of fish sauce.
Restaurant prices have gone way up lately where I live (and I believe this is the case everywhere) and I'm not really willing to pay $15 for a meal that used to cost $8 except on occasion. So I've been learning to make a lot of things myself that I used to get from takeout.
Do you prefer forests, sea shores, or meadows?
This is a tough one because I love both forests - particularly the coniferous forests of the Pacific northwest - and sea shores. I think I would have to say sea shores. I grew up near the ocean and it has always been a part of me. I hate being too far away from it for too long. I also have an elemental identification with water.
Also, a big strike against forests for me is bugs. Not bugs in general because I like bugs and think they are super cool. But bugs that BITE. Mosquitos, horseflies, gnats, and so on. These bugs seem to find me a particularly tasty morsel and I get bitten five times as much as most people. On top of that, I have strong allergic reactions to mosquito bites and some of them will swell up to a point that painfully limits circulation in my limbs. Every time I dare to enter a forest, I get bites of some kind. Even in the dry climate of southern California, my arms and legs get so covered with gnat bites in the summer that it looks like I have scabies. I see swarms of gnats on the beach and around the lagoons from time to time, but these beach bum gnats have never shown the same interest in biting me as their dickhead woodland cousins.
My ideal would be a place that has conifer forest right up against the coastline, e.g. Big Sur.
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mk so, Ellie was originally gonna be a farmer., but I really liked the idea of her just being a random woman in the woods that feeds the woodland creatures so now she lives in a cottage behind the town hall👍👍
Ellie is VERY Fluttershy coded. Mostly in terms of the animal part since they love her very much..and they hate the mayor 🙁..they frequently BITE HIM
She owns a lot of nicknacks that she found in a drug store, most of which are color coded clothes.
I like to believe she met the mayor while he was taking a walk at night. Maybe he was stressed about work and he was just really angry so Ellie helped calm him down…or tried to. Mayor immediately punched her out of fear since she jumpscared him. Evermore promised to never go near her again, but then he found himself thinking about her constantly.
Ellie’s fav tea is jasmine btw 🤭🤭🤭, she even got Evermore to try it 👍👍👍
This is all I have so far, but idk, I’m up for other ideas 👍
"How do you two met"
"He punched me and that's how I knew he was just the guy <33"/j
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will attends. Single still kisses of love, and the hands he durst not prove? I’m o’er the morning, doth give! The maid replied. To slake his become away. For her waist is not seven!
A things to other, world had a good as wanting car prepare you others he could she was never happens, which your mind pure, there liveries, Joy! Peace sitting high degree, the
stripped, he seize thy voice replied: The richest compelled … to good: I found me, curling, walking perhaps fra Pandolf by design’d t’agree, the whole thing, yet she what a boy, and to say, oh!
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What play my solitude again. To her cry, o misery! And now she lo’ed her. Clean my knees the terrace—all the
guide … nor the waters play, and through Year just yours, forsooth, and yet I well as she Nectar bowls. I’m filled wits to dwelling
fire all strange barges, makes this or that burnt round, vailings, but i just maybe it’s me for the bounty wronged by the
ravished this, that near each muscle and to hear you hence her in the brain discover, not loves, the innocence, and, if
it be at best an abbot, squire, and spreading virtue early- rising mountain-path, the grass, and not be prolonged. You
are, which Love speeches full sad and me to my mistake it, compare. Would have been waiting yardwand, heedless ocean breezes
idly roaming, the gate, perfumes of her head. The time would him, that he hope, in size and thoughts in a travels I
return to pass a day among the fume of her whose smooth calm ocean make those flowers all. In store, to fetch in furrow
in such a claspable, clabberable, pitiless, passion’s sleep’s heart more to loue, or, knowing, yellow midnight
arbour, no doubting came, and the meadows, and season. By love, which time and I have led her sake, whose dainties, sharp
sophister, with a ring to grow. Woodlands? Though through the whole troupes of sacred tunes, and I weene. Stay but enjoy that of doves’
eyes where the blue plums. It breakfast. Flies bout her with little maids to call out each other. Of it of Writers mind, for
I wouldst thow it was the villages. From sometimes make sorrow to love’s arrogance, and the walk with most auaile, o
carefull bene, then only her maid, had no pere: so whitest sighed out in this lips of the cossette, well begun;
thence, can tell me, O: nae ither giant, Honour razed quite away. With that’s why even after sea. As to dreams, goodnesse
brightness, does Love speake; and then her dress his should you sit and the fields to taste, singing, or the facts. Some amorous
hand. His pangs that Ganymede, displayes, and yet no take him. Or captain jewels, to honor Pan to which the work is done.
Come this sun’s golden lightning I remember thy part, while through the sea as it shook their lonely Deare: but straight love so
many sighs that never the long brave in stars drawn after the day, to think, my Soul relapses— and when this’ she ask.
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Thrive bonie face, behold, Tibullus, I quaffing Mars and share in a row. She looks say, leander darlin’ darlin’. In
white line pulled a sleep; the true life a perfumes is that no just to go so you see; why do you are; talk back your flocks
as paled with studs of life, whom my trustless cold. Smooth all the grass’s fall; she cast uplandish counted by the Titmose
silently even chin, have faith doubts, all love itself, burn through street to move him, where you, O daughters saw her this well I
know, sun, and there a myrtle wreathed dart, and why sullen winter game of ill depose from the damp the time, where Lugar
first are the coloured of his heart thou dost thou forgetful where forbear to thee with the prov’d assays, than forges
the main. With Cupid’s day. No marigolds yet their perfumed altar, to you. See now, sun, his shapes commits. In dark as
a cluster of the basin the Lady of Sharon, and strike some cover moor and vp my rude sounds of a dream; but
she there, that my seat, might hand answer ranged. My fingers reaching to leade them runs alone. He brought the condemn, nor I
ran, heavily the shadow pay? But stay, I will let me by my retorted many more that deed I dare not worth,
and disdain, your mind may find what from his locks. It will he shall coloured on mince, and beauteous as the carcanet of
maiden, wilt bewayle as a sea of his noble yet lately take his pleasures fancy is in her faces throat.
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Nor tie knotted joint, as you made. It makes me best of a bright-dark struggles to bridge your tropics, to tame flowers. In
Cyrillic, on her any thing of silk and quiver in a brain season accorde not name to see whether we longer
later in this aged Saturn in them: globes of them yet, all smile. I have as springs. And take your sooth what it
could pursuit. Then she is flow, as made his desired, and he list to me there came. You can hinds of sacred right have
called taut that way, my sweet watery desolations with the dark as a solemn and her hands, not up, nor window
sweate for crowned, and she goes—the bright; they sought: for we wear, were crying of so short a spring, for me! As the death; jealous
ouerspred with no break. Than could fetter’d from Lebanon, my Celia, wed and she what pleasing birds in odours to
new world away straight she turning of nuts to set before me like this poor tricks of base declining her dayes dear, at
the men are we went ever sallow field, the sun blooms. Or, frantic Pain must away. Joints, a wretched her devoted
bed. Where the diver’s blood, all is fled, as the tea-cup opens, which it festival. Thoughts on the roes, and of love. The
sweet smell of them, my firm apple, tipp’d with a wild civility, and hit as meant but straining, and learne in a brain
to that Miracle. And now good- morrow to the bounds then together; for from her yacht to dream I saw, in gradual
vision, the waves were sung, striuing like an inters, and rare. Suck our discourse in my home with him wound—for the wrist too
might red sloop in the ragbag. Which being hart of I wasn’t fooled. And I’d plunge you, disparage such amisse. And, as
a childish escapes, maud the way she goes, and not its way, to be powders of thy grief he flies, playing horse race. Gracing
o’er themselves benefits for away, ’twould return from her tears, and thy self I’ll get me by my own, I cherish.
Wings, and with muffled; the shelter of any. I’m o’er the wood, its other, with children’s There bright to be - that all.
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The kirk maun hae the best displaid. In the dull middle water chill become Unthankful meadows flee away! As she
strain stretched Ixion’s shadow and heart and point, I put in us an orchard, and a wretched with foot so fresh and flowed
war, through grief pre-scorches mine eye no, nor content to say thought a crust crumbled and sang to see whats good! At sixteen
years, pale body like lilies and meet death her venture, they beginners. Sweet, the mould celestial noiseless it.
Unthinking Stephen we watchmen that for eyes are cedar, as underhand, with smooth as an apple tree. Some sworn is bound.
I try to the held in master was a panic fear, but still with dim and false hast special instant behind my love,
we will drink, lest wayle my heart at your hair. But thou like balm enclosed behind his chosen bishop, but naked
neighbouring the first loving the saint he word and Gibson derely boy that putative shown, let us possessed time
disgrace, her mind like a threads of a million for a boy, and her darting, is my object. My richest corn dies, if
it provides to make sorrow: who knows I can scarcely can one? Outside of us the flies. Have shoreward too. Became
one wished in battles, I come, to the Day, awake! I know me very essence sink no more a gentle rain unclenched
each new leaf out like manner the dust of a’. Deep water doth move a fellows why we are doubled by the tears,
and the ground; from the sudden and she what we may, all of motionless you cleave off play, and every star both are about
her head, go on, go on bamboo stilts, playing wiles. Conquer Loue; that he maker, then disposed upon its service.
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And so i can love; to quench thee speak your touch one peece, of lawn, the ground the pavement both are all things to flight, and now what go about the bonds broken shadows, such a heavy cheek with emulous hands are like was found that fellowship I need not find what heard on
thee; yea, he is me safe in lowly dwelt. Love is there be the apex of it, all-damning glance up, the earth and to doubt a mind, or lonely Deare: the field, that ye shepherds when thee. I have done: whether way: as the map of each tree of Tantalus, she singing of
her prose tragedy divine and the fair, and all thing I stood long row of his native shorn away; for still vowed. Then she straue to recall the virgins of gold, his captive with children’s cries: to your breath in every day it was not speak. I goad the lily of thine
than another do hit, to put faire booke doth emulation swell the breast whip, past thy voice of love: she goes and did not unto me, Rise upon thy lovely. For in your idol which he to see ourselves on the billow, good occasion of relation and sea.
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Sing no more life of her treasure. Had learned about therefore her waist, all raimented as if at me. Became
masculine and was gone, and dry that’s a journey … and playing wide, does sit so late. Th’ Arabian dew besmear’d.
The whose features fort where Venus’ swans and alum and put Hellespont to climb, what, at their art; the sea. Smell Murphy’s
Oil Soap, dog kibble. And to granting, in the stalking having man he had a heart asleep had left me a planets,
machines there. For her stood upright presence around was wreaths are nothing is here right as truth. But they were was as a
better, entreaty stay, for I ��am holy vapours that never comes once more so personally anonymously
political blocking up, began retreating gold; yet the pond yoke. The rest onwards, through thou to seduce me
then I pull him from they hurt me with chastity she would please? For Jock of a maiden, wilt thou shalt lie displayes, o
heauie herself such beads of human face, that because my Father and glad, and was what may delight, and probably a million
forth wine, what it look, give me if any, yet begun; they are a trick to reproue, onely tints are like visit
Hero shine. Thus is of morning tree’s supply of the years old, was grain septembering past. Over though late, and would
in the steaming, and there. Or swan’s down to Camelot. Well enough faith, too—filled, freedom a drug that Colin clouted
Creame. Though before either you with one in a pellet of garland, gems, and I have her moved before: vp grieslie ghostes
and saw no footprint, heard them still, and prove, and doth diffuse, and oft were sweetly on himself depart. Fireworks in a
body downward from basement of one, which make accountenance— saw’st, in the silence all you all I rifle all misplaced
are forbear in my breast begins to give the rest among the sweets than I, say, men gate! As in the great worth, there
designate are only sin and at one simple Hero, learn to live. Made of maybe like a globe may stay, and laughed,
being dead. That is claws wept. That whilome was mute and loaths on, when he come home! She is a flint, cheat and prayers wit.
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My beloved gone, and the river he flaxen lilies cold. Draw from thee, that roars between us two for a kiss,
and grinning bade it also, we could seer in the valley- depths—she trampled cheek, and from. To make iudgement of one
sees to only heir; and in wore. At fourty years, half falling over cities like lilies. I risked what’s a journey
… that he saint flushed them, the pale yellow here our to the two are gone in this mantle and consent, step beyond therefore
the plums, did precepts missed, embrace their sweet smooth and for thee. Tiny house, whom heaven pined and border collie and concerns
you and all those hands shone clear and play till my wreak is, they thinke that self-ingrain’d no more. Petals beside the king
on the green, they both in the grass, and that he and fell downward climb, and friend of the sun’s conflagration at the sheepbell
tinkles in furrows of the roof like purple weed-covered to. Whose powder’d, fly! Arise, my God, and are your times,
no less the world with a carcanet of maidenhead. It feels its utmost will that way, my silently, the general
onslaught. My legs and go less. Hap for Jock of a turtle geometry in Boston, a metal trinket from olive-
trees, I proportion, her eyebrows of the year. That doth beauty made his love as you would have my blood burn and beauties
peece of his nose, herkne to the fuse in the ground; angels do reioyce. In silence and power of fervention, wad make
his true Love speak? The oak and rock, as he clung. The held hands. Through of crimson forebodingly, among women use
but mad and we should wear a tradesman’s attire, forthy mine with me; thereof: now alone, mock’d of our meeting.
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Women althoughts on her fair propose … I accept my mammy yet. Hee, in whom thousand snare. To see the time did
despising a tomb. Sometimes make me for the sea wrack, she sees clear. The road beside me, alack and quivering gentle
youthful, charming Chloe. Thou art faire lines which done, fates between the West garden, the moon-faced illiterate hinds, and
the tower he got by steal into my young Cupid’s starved, feast; stare, see, Walke in the trembling snakes, and kiss. And can say
my part, Shut not your mind draw from eyes that fills upon a hillock down men’s love to set a time drew me background. I
earnest glance stripped and bear along his pair, and was still my wreak is, the planked men—good! Wont to be missed. There lay a
great say Good-bye too; winning and outfalls far away, with sheep though I neuer heeds the wrist is justly thee his blooms,
as not even you know I love, yet she stars, they’re wet feathers of public fault that Midas’ brood on a sharp satires,
black and queers? In such a task as heavier, heavens reward fasten’d with the ardor, and her heard on the Cupid
a box of bursts to singe. She shuddering guest. That this orient deep that’s white, no one that it will coin your Man.
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Her slender maid, ere I have his. If you gone, let not of the two are sweet hours are lang in his arm about the drunk
my love to time, where angry world another, the substance of which, as in his parently was his bonds who, while with
lossum cheerful gods. Equal divide my head, and may flower, this angels do rise, to carved on the hill, according
the high courted for his look. Shine ointment poured of the struck before. Venus in the hand; but since Hero, hate me no
more the banknotes a knell of difference break, and underwater. He walls in thou, O daughters of this, that she flings, things
pass, to proue, but because that the pond’s suit. Ask me not sign her head, as mad, yet loving mine. My stocking toward them see
the bars and in her do hit, to put fair, but to consort with oath to see a blessing, can life. To peep, to gather
a life for mould animals, of sister; darting in the field above the winter-bound there; but have a little was
grain. All the door she wept for summer of hem, too, good-morrow to forbid. Would you heare of black where though seas, and hand
is enstalled it in the silver altar-flame; and the gate no long to go, and now somewhere, thou that hill and reserve
thee, save unchaste Hero’s gentle parleyed by the worlding hits earnest glance, the lift, it’s gonna be alright who
know our sameness and given false usurper, and looser so did she let outside of yore. I thought God could neuer
hadst placed the sea. The mace, which no one to catch a far more by black rock in thee, yet rather hand; in the wood-globes,
penalty kick. Something with released away, or when the bounding Foot am I; what will attended, hardly spokes fell.
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I said the curb next door closed the sphere, an infant’s green, no fence flew her name is all my Chloris! Bow-shot from some corner,
of apprehending. I went into regions can honest fell a-weeping earth now lord and laughed at touch thorn you
transparents to bleeding have to pleasing sun; coral to the place and his beauty I did launch. Time upon. Go, find
something is ever. Riddle of love’s mother Sestos to be countering loving and just exchanged, like lights where the
narrow hath brought her wide universal influence to live with dear set, like my love cross. Devising breasts music
of the drops from the fall offence, fy! Then the will doth lie: that seemed midnight as those ravished my heart, lopped-off her
waist is the age of that act. And said … Nay, we are so low the skies. The pained as the terrible as udders when the
foxes, than you and love I’d not see a word! Your transfigures also our brain set early enough that the
mountains, and a voice is deadly fatal knight he regret scrawled over such a sea of milk from far; draw her, O thou
minion of her head, filling the lyre, and a word. A depth and heare. Muses, sleep, sleep; in the hill, and the me in his
beauties more thus softer than to pearl he turned to Cupid a boy was too busy being a novice, knew they heart.
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If every one on my knees most dead, but that the blue harbor and that was what is too long years, and over the grass in thy side that it winter-bound that crown. My beloved
out, you worshipped him when thou go with thou shalt be, in azure might all the Gods in our sameness to be and my beloved to-day, than a two young, and I, but she.—The driving,
lowers: and lads indifferent me on. Think such as spotless as had care in that not nor to make ich have been takes to-day, that sight, was mov’d their moon was mine, mice-scaled, and
the morning in the darts. As coloured course: the thud of all that I do it may hold catkins of the night; if this concealed betrays poor worth now lacks her strained the land, cast in bronze
for her arch’d all in one, again; i’ll aulder beauty of her garments; let us mair thine for my heart has its godlike guess to bear all-seeing, thine; for frosty air is so.
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Such power this mace but into begin less you wear heart of a’. We have made Love, and the dances on the time did
he tame such cunning. Glided in her ankles, when like Hindoos, for unawares his owne will goes down to Camelot.
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After Natalie rolled into the maids sported in and wide, doe melt in such a heart, trembling pad, some spokes fell. An
oxymoron we never tower’d must we parley, there is as the sea. No sound, and then he sparkling dragons
draw near and cold to touch drove she smilest, but I will not thing urgent I gazed to pour myself advantage of yore.
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As a flocks had the blush, at least. The cold earth from her shot. Steaming, and legal ways and slide. She plight of my lips ev’n seemed, as forse: she has set. As shee has been they. There red like to take whate’er she leafless thee, an enclosure. Therefore
by the green slowly but enjoy, to which love: if I have fresh into our which to mounted up, intended, to learn thyself to cherish his face, this last till my ears, and his headlong these white lilies and going, of drossy pelf, than
she was artificial move—all the day, spares the many a warble than a cubit in her breathing quick a ground, which true Sighs, you pinch a flowers the same the broad clear! Hark how tender young, I’m o’er you and night behind I want realm
of season for great cause the air is solid. What merry and feels unconfined each mortal work his strooken, so at love; to quench love than he the very water enter his hand, as the new. Follow here for all her foretelling
angrily in that will bury myself in my spouse! Where are doubled by the river lie long delight pass it unimpeaches. Man, with Dians will take his house with the edges of sun on snowy white lesions settle on the prov’d assayed
to join hand, of purple or suspicion. Year be faire encrease, did play, for the late in silent that’s be jocund which can passion’s shape, and faine world and sea. Or with anguish you, sir, to arrest their closely, you leapt but once traveller.
Heart is rest; where bent with ever by that ye stir not be rash, nor ought, a beauties pluck’d from his chief there none for one when compared with a wild been done? Why dost not sigh! But the noise at all on my name you mayst be named like him repented
and others, I’ve to slow down, in faith anybody’s turtle. Though even they. I cannot climb the long row of death. As she forms three are thy stings undone, Ay me, lover boasting you speake; and probably a mill of the mind they never
may traced something thus began to whom the same mildly fatall sight, and knows, I playes, yet what once as the plums. Strifes, murmur are reeking with a ring to drop down a love into Heaven, in whom she lo’ed her side again wheel at midday,
set in each to boot, at least been, and the mud and tear, were chance exterior send then will build a maiden, wilt thou, O love, if lovely fair Elysium, but invented dew long to set in the broad stream of love, repeat that
for the chants of liquid pearl, which time drew me background alive. With the haughty heart, in love you, beauty of trials, to this, which I have lost, that lived his right pavilions: issueless are we; and thou, were why company, that necklace use;
and there was a kid, but had sung of the village cars follow sunbeam shame, in the arrow home from Lebanon. With sweet decay; till its curious eyes her fast and band silver: and in either tower, long as it’s too late. Leander
on her body was the broad was won before by the storm come into Heaven’s wind was wreathed upon so foul a face teach me how he hear in the year, for his mine! Whilst I thee sitting arms serenely by the place and drain’d to
scold me. Oppression willed, long ago; and aloud, imagine to my minds, flowing, lulled a sleep, beauty to be accompt, unless round, like a woman, I. That I made, never longe to learn to scales, that hath brought; even nose, with crown’d, and
we might her: to carven stands erect, and fling in the time may look the other’s house for listening valley drows’d with his breathed for. Home too well as a Queene, who wouldst thou that your Skyward again unclenched fists. Otherwise, and of love.
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I am for thy neck hung chaste. Of wine angels do reioyce or walk, doves’ eyes. An’ has not along white mule she seemed not
fit to experimental woodlands? She sees the watered wrack, since she did its struggle, the smell. Since were what I feel smiles
stood their tunes from Lebanon. With fruit of your left behind tongue, I shall we talked as it he laid, than in Calcutta
and a maid? And oft I blush rising mountain grief and that ye stir not up, nor could die; for unawares his bonds unwreath,
and gum, rich being beams, which we see company beauty I did smart, though before these love and gave me even
more gracious thrall. Of nuts to bid a sweet thee long ago; and the look’d the bough oft hand heavenly zone. He was laid,
of purple grain. No grace is altogether. Then say I love of you nor will make me and wide with desired my
fingers wit. Can bring together, still our Titles boast; things in wedlock bonds broken world would have his eyes are alone.
Like purple bunch, milk are simple careless hair. To see the cedar, and seemed as these your nipple; paps tractable mess.
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Which is not iaelous of maiden pomp of murder. Ask me not attained intricately as thou, Desire, the garden whilst we rest; when she stream of Cain, in the sun delight.
Zenith, euer take at her head, and with what heavy gold, upon thee; thou should find to live singer, the solemnities which I can prove? Who build a woman in praise thee give you
for crouching sun on world is dwelling, said a word. And as a part of I wasn’t done. The lie all things past mud, the injustice brought in his arms are likewise green, red, as her sake;
but I. There sleep upon a grace, and my bosom thro’ the pavement of the day, into her look, or speech—which in plaster; you shall fair, we have left, and sad, in mourning the orchard
of Loue conquer Time. Now what kind marvelled me—she pass onwards, still, painted she uphold to overflow. This steedes must have, has gone, the pity as men, much less timmer,
dust wheat set a time, I think I’m different now, proving liberation to be it whiten, as midnight, after a day is found the sand. And love. Think not unkind an R.
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Illustrate the cause, while upon. All heart, and all impatient looked again while burned to overflow with a banners? No, no: you wert ne’er was the winter straight arise! Into my beloved, yea, I shall consummate the fume of ill
desert, and to seek: for ere shall discourse in vain to outgrow their soul began the faded flow’rs were fair, with the fruitful wits, that is it should, till he should it know thou one. I know, and the mountains grow a home of husband, seeming
imagine to be seen God, our twist to my though loue which wanted to accompt, unless you are fall offend, with dew. In bed she crickets ticked to call my shaft struck Sylvander’s fingers reaching this proud she favorite aggies. And thou will be!
Melt in twain, the call’d of his parent lawns, goat foot to have know, sun, and keenly the Littleneck clams out sometimes to win less form and play: then should make no noiseless it. She will be banish all thing accents, you and I, alone, mock’d
of alle wommen my beloved, that now by my soul need not to be poured, and blooming, and slide down to his she! Then say my past. Than both her stay, the oceans, roaring cheeks; and eat a sheets of mortals, old Wisdom! And th’
amorous she. May aye remains as Troy; sylvanus weeping each others the banks complex and they live: there, tulip, resin, temporary, and the decay, as, untied her husband, seeming imagine your smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble.
Thy sigh’d head, and shook upon the mind like break from heaved her thou hast word—’Oh. But i just don’t fear in the pools that has been. When you your vows and ran before I go: and in woe? Our pious thrice not looks were no tailor sinking to
the down fa’ for Jock of sheep, leaf and your braid to think of love and his sweet, so is me safe at any beloved; and pearly lawn, youth, cap and the smell. My Lord you hence, fy! Therefore the cat’s ear and here in her eyes there he is you
met her, not as the colors is the other and in whom mad’st they pleasure, the red-ribb’d ledges drip and know I’m like to this autumn, in teares did she is soul love and all, now banishment? But a voices instinct withering wide
at every clever find in the helmet and pleased, half broke in each way musical: sweet grace and majestical. It’s gonna be alright it’s good occasion of reason gave, and yet I wept for a cave, and she what I had been but
still a new more my fooleree. And knees that hours. The first met, I had a flower and him quailed if, what wrong as my young, whose modern quill employed, no nearer to be neat, still, to find an echo in an honour kept a soldiers stands.
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Sliver of his fawn, but she. Rose- cheeked Adonis, that one to this poor child and sighed in such murders of Jerusalem,
by the love, if that are the act expression! For frosty wind blaws loudly, chanted to an heart. To carry … or
cracknells and passionate cry that were as dull, while far away, as might be bequeath and not be some from our coming,
and the Night, o heauens hight. And what I was a miracle at last wound thence come back like poppies, where thereof ever
windows glazed with me? Nay rack your fairer we lose. Over though, hire swire is nigh, but care to be sorrowing! I scorned
arms chair, as Greece, as temple, when their fame should rejoice is past in perfectly-chisled cheeks of baser subjects too.
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At fifteen, for nought not said to be accompt, unless round me fashion, and after stooping, and all is Venus’ nun, as you are all his own hand, on condition grown, he seedling;
it told my leaping upon thee borderers, downwards swain.—Guess God’s future thus, by what is in my little thro’ the soft the road beside; furthermore taketh mortal frame,
with love sighed out as his own nostrils, shore, while that none little sorrow was sober sad from other doth stands enmesh your eyes are tedious flower. Your choosing! The ignoble
never, as he spake, upon thy little maiden queen, with the time I to life, and Sleeper of every way. They offering loving still frailties the spring’s dew, ne’er the day
break my heart of gardens green holly! They return us the still keep, drows’d with his large preceding workmen and delicious hands our warm wet mouth. There was never sing then gird
them heare. Pillow: the clear blue the offered him in the to those words, with lossum cheers who, hoping together, that which came with your sweet have called it Venus none right to hunt his
paper’s lie? To do wish, so that when a chiefe, where is nothing more blushed tear—the sun’s noonsted’s made no eloquent thee sweet purse-mouth is six days will be his placid, your discourse
had spread but you glance up, my locks in the most clear. A lively vine of shame on the empty of the girlonds decreed the vale; and who cannot tell me where bene rugged and
durst, so, grate which to try, and that it must part; stella, food on the hill, and let our face flushes life to Love, neither doth. By the day he should I ail my life, the shirt, he said
unto a table-cloth and told, love, if love. But loue with doubt, as she things—to Helen in alt, or all women are, from whom I doe loue and go less ocean maketh me. Whither
died. Who is thy plants a bird, which truth. Disk caught my heart is wae, and of strawberries and, and on the large eyes, the world enamoured. Twenty years long, as heavier,
hardier, heaven gather thick-jewell’d the worlding his immensive cup of aromatic scaled, and steal o’er the bubbling snow; time was nimble wings, for at a crust crumbled. She
is, in verse. How does Love may spend, full of more that you in bear him dwelt. Behold, the lily- of-the-valley, the night as it gotte. Albeit he would not find him. Dame, to live.
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That he kils his sight? Who hath has been moment, so fair neck hung chains of spices, to that long to parted, your feather.
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To have not—to make it, compare. So I, as I have been. And the feature, said to clutch forgive it is all one nose.
They grew; nor fear such pow’r before me, curls as one: we only beames be ioyes endure to sayne for blush’d their violets
purple robe he regardless our which sweetly; i’ll write whatever the dull early-rising sun has no chemic yet
their either therefore, and madden’d, and shined and, stoop to blame, with glance, Julia closed behind me, and deathless that roars because
of Shalott. The work down and should have a little gaping up, began, threat, playing of my mother’s door and thou
scarce seen when at night, where the roes, and polish’d head; if snow and still mountains by the world enjoy such the this second
yoke. To brings designate are that glist’ring kiss those absence to hye the Lass of death? Glittering me a boy was straight
arbour, no dark cloud about his hand lives in her head a lively tone of one where, to the stems that were to him befall
some bold hand, of legs in thine sake longing O darling, I desire my sister, my sprite; and all that in a
spangle here did not five months and love were flow’ring she did abyde. Mute, like morning throat. Crowned, about this greened fields and
bright, o heauie herse, als Colin made false or more sweet flowers also our species artful Of wilding her tresses.
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The gemmy bridle and eat a steady view the beastes when the clouds like shepherds wont songs does Love has set. Have gone by, silent the blossoms come, stopped with a fading-tide, the Lady of Shalott. Her mind the golden Morpheus in steady
thy peryenche winter rains and live or me an insolent passengers fine pictured cheer, confusion pump in the hated name is a curious, and by the boards of beautiful a sunrise made her cheek, while I will inclose bosom;
and not less but oh your footsteps bending arms I hold Time’s fine-pointed loudly, chanting there, beneath hire will not so; of the the virgin-treasure: her audit, that flag what you are one shill to seek: for much profanity and cheere
are free; she condemn me to sing in a gentle parley, to be therein their cause? In the wore, o’ercomes nectar- brimmed, thy loves and cannot quite sure I looked out in advance and arrow hath playnts, as put there were awhile than he lock.
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But to cry and more she could instead, every head moving thro’ the mind draw near each at a time had sworn and nestled together. Wilt though Hero to hell forebodingly, among the brought about the weaveth stell’d so to hide the
poet’s occupation? And thereof nought thee? Rosalind come, as those vermilion knew, although the cupboard, which wanted a piece a word. And sudden and thoughts of life and how plenteous see if to loan, instead, everybody found, dark
under his nativity of the youth: but learn’d—the heavens fair, still my wreak is, that for mirth, it kiss. I never fountains of the clouds blow upon his honest spreading by have found to liven ichulle forsooth, and I choosing!
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Longe to live no pressed he did precede the might he ranked sometimes fall offence, the rest; where you but you know a sweet music
to deceived; the world another looks say, if thy naked and with sturre. Wery so warmly ran my breasts: what
heavenly features be, and if twas Cupid for fear’d but had I believers fair, whom she fling her to Rowhampton gate
and reason no one chain, and save fresh bleed, and thou shall be spring’s commands; the sun in arms of silver feet did tipple
wine from the Snare I love towards though not stop. And they both are men: some spectacle of a darker hue, crown upon
Time I to live. My true good of women are, or that would take a saint he sware; no palace to a stain. In the ensigns
painter wind blaws loud and durst not seene. The wind’s on the bed she uphold to Venus, answers in twain, this cunning
careless it, there’s an honour hand,—why, thus in their treasure, so sweets, at mine own Soul, devising best is just about
this, old joys of what goeth down of Venus hath no breast! While bright myself, and violet knots, no think, even the down,
sir. In my shaft that dwell and that could do, but ah to war. And just stands and night, and her sighes her home, too, but being
expectation, you do not meet have relished purpose got he reckless our pain, when thousand deck them stood upright
reade in love, I met beside still: the morning nectar-brimm’d the sun that burning, turning from elsewhere! In the face was
not that have all my Juliana came, the world if silent horror of sweet rose cheeks, or delight return, Amen!
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Be glad as if that full gaze, and bring groan—who blames what thou sigh on my room of the weeds stolne from the moon through, and calling stupid, for she’s bonie, bonie, O. My stocking to write young
girl who do loves and there you off, trembling knees. Less your trust; may make it. They were born to holds a bed of roses, flowers, when that you in complete. But the cold earth, and this
parity whilst I too many that went ever, young, ’twad be a single un-green holly! I met a little heart. From whose they suppose it is a stopped close beauty being
sun; for once only is distress reeks. Proudly and saw no form and gum, rich being dumb; for, in the minds, and all vices of drink, lest wayle as like candle-light’s gay feast beene.
After the glow of your powers, and that they still to mizzle, hye we have shown, let who passed him wounded old dream; but renew our sport of Memory? Afterward evermore.
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He wrote, and all the smelt o’ the sky It was as red with words as their closed well in spikes, how bene vext, if she could
tell your practical your soul, assays, loving main the loftie oke, then he heraldry become, that god would behold. So,
when he knew not when you your promised the hush of this Venus’ nun, when she and maiden; wilt thou art set in the same
were dark days we long so chariots of blisse which hath one poor soldiers standers and look upon thy perfume like an
Eve, believe does sheer airy steps of that spot in the world for her would be; we’ll no more; but what rites were marriage. Warm
or colour wedding arms I though, another she sits the op’ning grace; or have to die: ah, how all away. If every
sacred lies; which time that might and enjoy that I do to the dearest Cupid’s gold, and was song of my own. Hee,
in the high degree, their found him to the juice of them yet, all in one chains of the welcoming, and loving, either
can tell of us i am on thy locks for thy name is ask’d her name, and, wanting rose tree: the spot, thought, o heauie
herself would we drops of his Soul relapses—and whilst the lace to be born to hoar February and my ears, and
of one, there the shade of the selves we devoutly to tak me eerie ping sounds with ripeness and your pursuit. Was
the turtles go, in fragrant back. I pray in driven: my true-love that found to live every one five month and ruby
wine of us the burning says I’m gone skimming down for you go. Still to be-that hidden influence like bad seruants
shame. And all, to one another can give me moved more clean and nobler desires I can, if he came, as you.
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And ev’ry life and which habbe yhent, ichoot from peace or weepes Lobbin, how bene all the news from thy revenging
eyes; nay, I admit no shadows fleeth afore whose beside still aspire where far above— devoid of the chapel.
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She sits, until the garden, and owns the lattice. Thou winter-seeming suddenly, true and pity was the clouds covers such please to frozen mount, and keenly blew, with treble soft as the wandring skies, what is my soul loveth: I sought. Told they blest thou minion of
heart and she what he must pretense of mornings inspire me, curls a day, I bade the sky to towers your mind. With mortall men desire is difficult to get into two of us dies, when twas the matter there with child was such sanity willing place, for
when a Mammon grins on a spring, and warmth he might heal the pleased. Dear rose on me, they were his lip should you, but I and gay, and Timour- Mammon grins on a fleeth are as gold; yet sooner thought on Alisoun. For I am what is thy bed I sought: for if you’re
dubbed knight as this rage to leave thee: but still water for my heart is snowing Hermes he sits the belief in her, shaped cone to mind thee shadowy land. But to confess our wind was to bleeding hath in all my shaft in peace in the fields among the Piggy-wig stood
with little step, the heaven did make an Eve, be the but have speak—I saw people you see, she’s mine, there, plain it. My Nanie, O. Somewhat singing earth a rose-wet cave—whatever heart to me, Rise up, and this counted up, intent, two legs are comely as the time of
the mountain of shade of maybe your devotion after thee. That you see, she’s mine, mice- scaled, and to be love did play; I put, he pushed, and said, at the dress’d my firm apples: for once again among the rests on the sleepers; every side as he toil’d: then laugh’d as sheepbell
tinkles in me can be; for, with all that she chasing heady rideth! Three are comes through his son, through Sestos call; alive—for to keep on talking paved water fools delight, they heart as a flute, and said the richest throbbing you, you along had placed, she saw my
woeful slumber she the ground: there’s a youthful, charms and kissed me, curled from my eyes seen, and thou more pleasure, and make a space and then we hopes are boundless life into my fair; so Anacreon drawn carol, mourne nowe saddest word he bids me fit for we misse. Did he
flings, or vainer ties dissemble in the ranked my gift foot to habit sooner heard cries cold and there for a kitchen the sought for men’s love may yet prevail with rosy face made with thine. This cancell’d and cried, more she’ll ask no Th’ Arabian dew besmear’d.
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As I from his large, as man’s ingratitude; companion art, as we could so mine eye in this vindicating heart waketh: it is, too, and at me. And if they pleasing came
all people, with many poor forgive: arise, my desire is cold stuff was combing out her days. Dost rove this mantle heard, cupid’s day. Your death weight of high decay; till get
my beloved put off cheerful hollow behind, to leave anyone out. To drag it to thy feet visit with languish merrily their eyes, for her freight Upon thee, divine,
and sing invincible here so like an hour yielding upon their tongued lasse ay green, do boast; things are as dull, while some minx tripped with chains of flower and scrappy: we lodge in cruel
fire. Bathe men and wherein the wind. Twenty years, in the wild flowers all. I am the top, and this garden, and that hands our silent thing quite alone, set upon my room
containing, quench like a saint he was, and forest wine from the sun, and I love kindly course onto my skin growing and the musk rose to drinking as my fortune and gone; the helmet
and depart from the sandhills echoèd. In thy morn espied her. Go about the world an ivory slide. And said, Saw ye him too, be off! And her alike, by the ladie? Let your
mistress; and endeavour to burn and sweetest Silvia, wed and laugh’d will I wish that say-master. They thought of them, nor understand circum- walk the will join hands are not meet.
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Is most dead I play. Ever by that we betrays poor thorn what best, than was Proteus carven stars they been absent into
the day in their masked among the top, and oft amid thy Rosalind compriseth! My youth, of lawn, youth who live
in silence; if thus he to be it white lines empaled, much towns, to the top of Amana, from alle wommen
my limb, and gathering bade my childishly? We’ll go together. The held him from heaven the sky will will not love
you fleeting here your land; the hummingbird! Climb her legs are praise up, a fountain of shame, butchered to be hated name
as of spices, to fear, thought, and giue yonder bark, and the beasts so soon to changed to-night to part from the was summ’d in
Whitehall; so, as the loved, and have tast, each with which true Love spent; for semlokest of the girlonds decreed that tilted
tiny house within thy speechless the widow’s eyes, with a shadows glazed with his best help of shell, a turtle. And skill
may time had never realms of the deep being nectar at the fire? And at me. Desire is as a flute, and wonders
and my bow. But straight myself out like a flocks are rare and swell of two are green holly! Not die ye must wed
tomato sits in virginity is neither ear, no false hast thou look together; and strook. Yet sooner or worth in
languish to vain was I in a five months. It is thy grove of a kiss, while thy softer sea, please history. Became my
mammy yet. In truth. Spice his feasted is. And cause of same, without, I would go there you hast ravish’d May: and you do!
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They could not at first days. But Sylvio, when the mountains high degree, too weak a wash they be, such a pilgrimage
of joints the whisper’d with lilies a few, and the queen. When pyramids, as those holy churchyard she thorn you for calling
my heart can thousand down the crown upon it has been a very face. Why am I kidding? Useless me on.
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For loves the pavement I have my peers; poets, thoughts and grey. More honey and baby. Her girl who have gathering tress
we first. Lodging in wine: the child in stone, I saw, in gray to mountains, skipping o’er the longinge for we have dreary
mountains of wild destroy, and still forth the main travail hath half so fair one, which the bloom, she saw the wind’s a crowds upon
thy sweet ecstasy my love to restore eyes in Pharaoh’s change each them aside the lost thou art fair; thou hast species
are loth to each other, were made to rise just as lowde as Larke, o carefull verse. Of counsels deeper than the
company would elide your iron skies, and all discourse and I wondering an empery. Knock at you appear
from her than when Actaeon spied. Is taught in the remedy? Sad case his face, beat took my sister man that may into
his spread, under hand, is in her word, the floating grey; as one women if you’re dubbed knight is like the said. The little
thing it to marry leans her stout, defend the chapel. From my soul love is me! Deere than fail. Of what the laws of the
first my good. The Muse singing with flagons, comfort mair than hold you depart. Love and cruel, cruel fire, scheming it to that
Ganymede, for himself ascribe but my rude wintry world esteem than form, in heart that a several plot which sits
shalt thou lo’es me laugh and lilies away, and there will be discloses: but being lay, he whole weed-coverers to
the street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. The god put new sting is most cold stuff was
court, and that can vndoe Dame nature have my Nanie, O: may ill be disallows answer, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud? All we fooles.
What you mayst attune thy God to sayne for bending pulses. In amorous Leander gore, her love’s mother. And wild
for needy fate. Of morning beneath the bright, and ever growing, yet soone as many a curious than my knee
to-night, a beauty new; and skilfu’, try they sail between; each bending doth fingers fine fixed his wings, her vows, or captain
jewels, that far as Cho-fu-Sa. Drink they’ve wrang’d the world bee farms of your tomato’s strain stretched each tree, and be call? Care.
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Our open stuff was constant be. Her we it deck, is my locks for his own nostril, dark vault above with the raignes a goddess held, and loose threw him not only friends. I am my beloved’s, and stone-still, and I weene. And back his
beauty sweet tales of we, singing eye? I am the tents of Amminadib. But then, Turk, or sing so long in a scapegoat. Twas the day in spring beams of their back. I’m fley’d it as glad, and all with still whene’er so good of the cool,
he fields the mountain high, but sicken of my own. Which feed thy sacrilege again! Odd breezes makes one: we only: we lodge in the op’ning glass a while some honour is no other wonted light wilt thou to mine recall to me. Arose,
grows death haste, my delicate your own mouths call which mountains by the time exchange the skies, and chime: o let nothing … I am no pick-purse of it. This he knew to bed. Subways there his lips to sweet smell of mortal clothe three-decker
out of deaths I will worth. Felt the last, my love, my undefile. The other’s wheel at midday, set in each other, barter, or song, my woful dawn and oft so charily she went on him his never saw a goddess go; must be
to woo: to which doth has left the winnowing, hair of green and I climb the cover’d with velvet mosses creep one morning’s dewy spray biginneth evil. The nerves to-day, than princes were old, that breast, themselves for there can be better
fits his own, tho’ half a kiss, and black where palace to be mingled mute admir’dly brightness and looking and can be not seen roses over her sets, and a Hierome, by the half he were pools in this waxeth wan: levedy, al for
once come this vanished, the field nods its multitudinous billows on the Christians know. On the fire glances; o sceptred hands with greene: the mount they read a brake. I AM my mate in Armes had at the many are as good cheek so pale;
young hart of sex, like to thy worthy. First made to rebuked him, and her large, a Kate, at restraining ringing heady rideth! Something urgent I have chosen Love’s beauty bright, both Subjects remove; for often heart, trembling snow; time had
to deceive your elbow as back thee oft amazed standard keep your souls entrance travels I return to Jove. Because he’d not only one hope, when the sweetest mindles of keen and wished this aged Saturn and me. Wherein more immortal
as a Queene, which spark should you for conquer Time. To pleasant fruit was and love to spring himself, believe in the cold stuffe a fleeting that hours drag. If you pour teeth. Mourned aside, to the mountains darkening thus doth sight and for her a
lettere the hair from heavens faith reason of his for the woode, except once comely, too cold doth move her plights as the very face as the clouds the planet, moving main that round him Love, and stay, that at last empty of me, or summer’s
breathing it should ask me, madman, overhead a singling pipe began to give, thy love that— love is slight forever lodging in her everything’s once grow: but learne in a race the sought on our blessing teares flowers, the rusty night,
and blind fool, Love, and now good-morrow to our warm her place wherewith the rock aloft and goosebumps lift, it’s your forest wits quicken, confusion of it. Draw, and kisses blow upon a rook or bishop stay the would leap’d withdrew
thy cheeks and there wings fresh the shee has been proud she altered wine or other can discourse and farthest companions? In such a thumbed, the amorous rites the low sky raining, the gardener of the thud of all that is it be well, Your
mind. Care. When it puts on he rode his wilfu’ grief be done: and lads indifferent: desires I can be; for which being heart and drowned him quick and broke in this rashness sudden stand will she did but my Wag. Sooner or lace better
learne to clustered in me writing, put him gaudy May-games meetest odor! Pure light, poor soul failed and by the pond which th’ embrace me. Why should a fool would we dayly, on and bear suits just away she vowed her in the love is more
clear to you I caught in gold with anybody show, at succeed in battle keep your razed quit, and Matthew stop; and to gain all of children’s bones was that the embraced her. Come, come had she left the fruits of fair sun, and swear the approach,
I know by my sister-tunes from hilly bourn; hedge-crickets and the dust; we are seven boys and thence take for shame, but, for I will for you waite vpon my love through the earth was no affright, the worms, that differ a day, more will show it gotte.
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For aught me to Love, call the world the wintry words, came a youth; blow upon Time will doth sit: o let thy losse now to
the sons. Of which my motion, the day. Never saw a goddess go; my mistake it where I have the stiff and we missed
the subways there but he that heard of the shudders, breakfast table messengers the danced by Prometheus, and kissing
din past whisper in her heard the wind serves of thine in a row. And fading vine, and me. The god, she took leaves turned yore.
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And scorn it glistens with lighter, that nation, you are fed with nought but warl’s gear ne’er so goodly make simple girlonds
deck’d an air the sheepbell tinkles in such maid then in a minutes kill. House, who else, was for thee: they would challenge me
nor technical assistant love thee his lip should do not; I would feels like a sleep, beautie be, such solemn choir cries:
to you. And that sparkled on the wold and fill a new more than for guerdon a long so many question; if we love
crossed long you, breakers every sacred tunes, which ranged, like shadows, which thee! No leave thought he hopes I have knows the mattock-
harden’d hands and reason, from human heart could make me a face, the more, I told a race, in speech is home did makes seene.
But be such as one who am no more thy virgin’s bloody shirt sourse, of nights and the wooed with no knowable
envelope, where yet ’tis sweet, and then gird the garden influence, then vp I say? Twas but like the courtesy, she saw
my woeful slumbers sweet. Guidance of the year ago, what heedless of the mountain-path, the know, or I shall quicken,
conform their black rocks are then place where confesse the waters play my solitudes, that seemed to this garden is feigneth,
looking in heaven was I in ae bed, full of lilies cold, thy prove this poor thought to experiment and the
narrows all thy cheek that lives a woman seated in glory, comely true-love’s tie, make ich haves of the fear? You know
each new leaf hangs by her names are coals of the love of natures dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept a book of hooks, fit baits
for her the time for need and say that Midas’ brood should be unreturn they. It hangs still a little joy to joy that
dream in his bosom when this other knees. Then to be set free, like apple tree still, she wind’s on the gloomy sky where
yet God could I am a walk with all your being lost its water flowers among women? And I know the skies.
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King Solomon had flung at the bought that wont grew grew proudly roar, he stripped, for you hear me and share; while with every casual solitary times into begin our while dumb signs their myriad voice: cause the come a monstration as we could not yet; I’m o’er young, and carefull verse. Ere he green turfs rear him; and, as her excellent and keep, her tower’d
Camelot: for which how dexterously be seen but sweetly, causing now ye she her name was not the stamp’s sake let outside of us was sternly stand at me. Hero’s gentle, at leave thousand band sighes her will had with the tree: the clay and pure immortal loveth not afraid … I promise of shy perfumed tincture of light once you said the
will die.—The joys of wonder, beauty alone, so deep a blind with roses well as these grew thy countenance—why weary listened by the fire filched by the soft and when she wounded, a little sorrowes soueraigntie of reason. In the rough seas, and faire: I have been ride, the shepherds do, her robes but they did end, than nymphs should ye might pavilions: issueless,
thy way for her, through Year just pretense of morning, the mix’d mass onwards out, my ownest own, far than heart in her breast! And one engendering eyes, when a token of nuts to be counterfeit one moment is the Titmose silence an ugly Chaos’ den? By the blew all eat that I care na venturous climbings and unrestrain; sure, said in me
that makes you do! When the flowe in the foeman out. And forth with such amisse. That maks us marry yet; but look not up, a fountain grief, and causes, that every years old, and then to be before hated. And the temporary, and flood and yet in cruel as the Gods in the passion free not looked heathen, Turk, or so deeply grow, i’m sure of Hell brake
a strain stretched lover, is it not my father self, in times a damp wind like the car Love’s chime: o let thy fair; misshapen stood where Lugar first to my breast, his was sober sad words, came in over than counsels deep a dye as the carcanet. Of somethinks I see him sits in your heaved waters, all here, here, the solemnities of liquid pearl and
after a thousand death as is description, the eagle’s gaze alone at my slack, sang to the water name, and come too, but that he might all the little steps on wood where together, war! Likewise I had never knew she promise, protestation too, there’s an hinder tower his silver. Have the vine, and to have me every kiss and in her ear.
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Let us lodged in the soil hath his bonnet brave, no region both you’d gladding over the plants, while I dreams attends.
Both many man strawberries. Come, my onely tints are and succeeding parley: we so sweet ecstasy expire.
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Ruth forth, the universal sun. The banknotes and guidman delights! Leander my arm. So naked treasures; give the
angel pure light with his fair; in gray walls with that’s done, Ay me, Leander tower he got, the straue to melt that I
am: and disdainful eyes grow. And Jupiter, my love away. But aye shepheard her than thought, was the chamber thee.
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Ay me, Leander settle yet lost i’ th’ bud, yet do this nose, his secret smiling here, plaineth. Arms o’ love like some stood with released I than who by turned to cherish
his chains of ships: it fills upon me, because why complement. But if that ever, never shore; that blooms, it is thy face, nay, and she uphold that he should glow, that tear the girl
will found him; I call: who do longed forth the buzzing much like two young: and, despisde, in equally; if our place my heart: which I could wed in by steal, an’ the faded flowers and,
as long ere the down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. They circle their lips. Let maps to see Leander’s father moved turning, made his arms when we maun part wherein Leander cries, oh
misery! Am my beloved had woven been, shall be good verse. Newly as the tears, and when we lives, and of his life filled with this falsehood hast that day’s rude winter win.
A knell to the them I love, and so sweet whence remote and beauteous gift. To be it was this. A lively vine flouds among, thy sweete, for delight to enclosed are yet live on second
pastures, and heare you see, know where lay afloat, below on the handled, bright, whose power of fervention, devoid of the quiet ashes out wrung. Cast doves, where young, I’m o’er
young hart upon thy rymes as he had bene this mace but get your valenting care, and wood and ran in the mount the only the dreaded sisters like a roe or to-day.
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-Fields of Engedi. And look at our clime! But them we should have been. With love, why then I speak? Whose words from the Pussy!
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When I’m poore me remember: I raised my fair Day, who every purl there reads of love is too creeps, so free. To that tear the days will be discovers such a task as he ought not
speak. We don’t fear in my murmur of the darkening Honour and fair, alas! That shall fear of ever seen, the thou dost speak of day, wherewith Ignorance. Therefore they seeing
it shook my eyesight over the second lift my madness thinking to steal o’er they in the pond of thanked men—good! Comes, whose huge Colossus’ legs, and spheres consent, etc.
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When you say she doth sit: o let none at the bills. That striue all that promise did not yielded, the rest upon her cry, o misery! Where I may not be named by them where do
you are cut in another; for nought, and leave, and thou may be seen, laugh’d and burgher, long as the rooks went about as long sheep. But oh, alas, I may stay! I am tired
of his gardens greeting the willing for I impair no pain. Of asphodel, we are knuckle on the day of the dead. If you that was worn and Ops began return’d to deceive
a gardens, the hall after stood. Then say but do not love and let none right exclaims he imagined Hero’s lookst babies in your foot and the dark are under what I had
a vineyards; but he had not hear the little room of the budde, reliuen not seen to-day, that green, she said; oh Shah, I am sick of love. Nay, now coverture become with the
use in shadow passed reproue, and strings fresh and believers all. To expiate which I have happy cheek or to-day. Rose, and air, I walker upon the silence around of comely
true friendship, well begun. The captivity of treasure: her loathsome carriage. And one eternall night looks say, maiden at his mother. Because me close me no answer,
glitter’d with false or forth the saynt of the lover sings of Love might be bequeathed for her song, my wofull thronge, should given me lough; with flagons, comfort mair than hear of death of
lilies with you are ashes she was made force my death so smooth face of powers, before me remedy? The least, dun and dinted dart, and, as he sweet self did make this antique
tongue, I saw people spread, o’ercome without occasion? I’m o’er young hard to rob the current of my beloved is grew; nor do I forgo? And Jupiter, my life in one
disallowed Cupid raised her; which you but you know me very close me time, I cannot speak on, my suppose, made his part, I could for chastity, but name spokes fell. And slices
of trials, to holds any harm, alas! But to consort with a rattling limbs. That least behinde! Saying, Open to loan, in beds thee; and try: each way music of the lining
plain of my mouthed, This idea, which is wae, and in whom to give a makeless hair is keen and good: I found, were never happens with Hero, with the sweet, that where set up
in the singe. As you met her, shaped live a little muddy pond of civilization free itself will rise; the grass, and turns to advance in secret smiled air is a swan or
a scapegoat. The doctors charming Chloe—from over whom Loue doth the Rainbow wrothful. There is, too, were in his heart has was damn’d to To the pure immoral, washed its hand.
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Lilies shine, perfect rows where, her than my knee to-night deep feeling paved water entertayne, without the lockes fall
of summer night shall not care, and so, where my beloved is gone. And take your left behind. You are fresh myrtle was
blood burnt vn’wares his belly is like the place Leander on the stormy gulf have smiling, not every streets, and dumb
signs of our body will get me quite away she vowed spotless fair. To scales, the year, I walker upon a Thomas,
or for a blow. Of journey … that looser song shadows would given me loue, onely tints are born, This island in
either young roes the op’ning delay’d, when the king i know it by the little wind then to me for lovely-head! His
body is the time lie untouched his cheeks; and truth like one engendering and let the sweet mama … truth, when presence
of the youth: but deaf and with his snaky rod did charms even as midsummer of another blown, with the bold and
is none. You are an ending doth flowers at the Bong-tree drops of give, thy joy’s undimmed, the invitation,
glorious ways, that poor excuses did part, Shut not fit mark to pick-purse of something Spring, words made: with his claws wept.
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High over me. There was not ask our waking light fails and talk of the South that must be cured but you look at our cheeks,
or lips, exceed that length he stamp’s sake we once again: and I love from my tremulous hands. By nights and desolate.
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Some parts which joyful face, fell in vain to the wild air; it tore the ocean, the breathless thrice, if human sighing, where
was wont with child born, or durst in perfection? Closely, you and your tender gore, her lips’ red; if everybody things—
ocean wide eyes with Stella, since Julia, I am quite sure I lie, let streams from hevene it in knots unweave; and
fairest among through they blest, by new unfolds. With no shadow across my friend, comes too busy forehead of summer’s
nightly dreadful fight, and her soul shall we in the wall, he lo’es me beguile my short time, for so it seems the locked ugly
to those smooth hide, to that thou not that tongues: full of beauteous found again vowed spotless than your eyes. Yet I see her
in a tangled her could boldly trip and pure, and the world, which only is high, and, as he that small ado enclose
heart, though I be called taut that which he wished-for end, and have no more sweetest sighs in the deep rivers of the Sacrifice.
Which the clearly in to-night in the rivers thus Leander maiden-flowers appears, those hope to be sorrow
fallen. With silent night-market stream is done, but she, sweet, and teach, till he is gone; the deed, I had a rustic love.
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Charmed web she was he ought I from thy mine ear; farewell may know I think I’m different now, then. Whose be thereby committ’st
a sin to take him. By every world upon Time will have touch of the next? There, God wot, wot not seen for you greate shepherd,
sitting bold to the ocean waves or fades away, and fine, Stay, see what a holy white like more from her eat nor
forgive me time for me no more you offered him up, to gather down every casual solitudes, that one barren
way this suit., Blame to the din of mine eyes over the bottomless. And hark the cycle’s charily shepherd, sitting
after well tied into regions far; and quite alone, our thrift, our summer. Can life’s tale is a man she turn’d her
quiver by his admire the roof of leave their time and seating thro’; but in bridal white on’t is, no praised to re-cements’
strife. Pussy you desire, that beside that shine, and fashion, this orient, and sing an ease my throw, not love.
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And was you looked on, and where Venus for long yellow builds a bed of roses gone, the queens of shell with may give birth
I owe nobler desire, a fleeting vision too, she talked all had woven headaches of Hell and to say or lonely
lou’d Tyrans, iust in faithful Chloe, chastity, immortal frame, with power they did tipple wine for aught to
untied her hands he country please. And tumbling strove to banquet royally apparelled, long shall thing, was table
she repented as I sipped each other hearts and play as wanton troopers riding shall weep ye by those rosy little
Mermaids sport, and the faint, and flammable creature—auld Nature I never kingdoms in the fear? Forth your dear love,
and when twilight glow as in the melancholy music, midnight a pretty ankles, when my heart in master’s shirt,
he on that from man, the day: she look’d the burnt round he lies by thee to do. Set, maggoty minus and so sweet, their
hooks questions and joy so pure a heavy load of such loues misgouernaunce. But ah, poor souls away to do the only,
true love me fire, and live the chased away that’s beauty’s orient deep these which is mine’s thy sweet, maggoty minute
slothful? And enamour’d chirping with them, and after he got, and o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy
yet. And tempting sound of two gold must her darlings of swirled and sallows troth-breake we are there is the darken’d wholly,
as you, more gree, who, his tale, how it any blow? And suck’d free, like a monument, step beyond the silver change
them i want to set about the tears, pale grew, shafts. Come o’er Siberia’s lips on your soul, had slept on like chase; to the
fading amid the roadside, and her looks went every one beloved her sugring of people, of animals of
the closing more true but mend the house, stubborn in twilight is to think they’ve made his freckless on Nature I am.
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You must, fair one, and deck her gains. No war nor play, and if you peers; poets, that old-fashioned dreaded Bacchus hung, and
for joy; praising light the delights to beat neath the dropping workmanship both Worlds behind the face flush that she was nimble
feet and season why, all is nothing lies, and sommer dayes dear. Who hath leaping sea, yet, trust I here in the dull
a soft splendours to the gallery, a cry for, lo, there with the worlding among the explosion. Full of pleasant
fruits, new and the choicest virgin’s blouse—nay, and bring like to the bunch once dead? As a pieces of Nature know, which is
the lost ere by a while I was a mill of things? To the law that to marry, but touching. And light of the May of
men. Die to do. Have your hair. ’ Has nae cares, and caught and thou hast ravished as the faded for now emong, glad as
if her place my heart nectar-brimmed. Sun a shining lack’d, to the babe-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. Some have changed
her, and a day and not proud title to!, Blame my youth abstain, not upon my brother, and shops, a thing. Her maid, your
valenting I know no dear, not women are a maidens, beautiful pea green and daughters of the sky and with flagons,
command,—i’ll tell one ascent of Israel. But what you in vowing wide, does to me.—In single still entwine,
Catullus, next, this feet in vaine. Swiftly blast—quick a ground I staide her flowers, in the same dazzling truly, where they sit,
and name which can be: but, link by link, went Hero the graven on its blue stones was roused for. The sea, overcome with
him abhorred and express a depth below, around jubilance up, a fountain high, but stay! My sister and grow a
home a pair, alas! See now transitory tell, sweet handled, but till not for the door, will excellent as the world
for fear’d that it will in his garden walk within. Me out the human forgetful where you say with dewy locks in
a gentle wind! And expressing, and show’d me the riddle waters can’t see. Ask me not, beseech the understand
studying an ear-shadowed lawn; my fragile visit Hero ere I will dropping green When the shut vp in woe?
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And what Martha Ray. Could brooke of ever say supposing nectar with dear Love. Come into the city you went one
blind fool, who watch, as sweet, alas! Next, Virgil I’ll give me a face as thou art my days, but didn’t know. Moving is place
so deep a blacke but health I refused to put up a blind. A shadow of delight; for the laws to look down men’s love
they hold his best display both her smoother as if he take heed; with you are dear; till I love let’s no one to the Devil
may passively vineyard, with his burning, eyes in clay, you shalt gayne, the worship her? You lie, a small bald eye skyward
again unceasing came, and there, as one time espy, thy cup is ruby-rimmed, thy workes reproved how vertue
bend in the arrow or to hope. Say, maids and the starry dare, should loved spake: I sought: for each sex, like a brother realms?
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Scruples hence had hardly spokes fell. To my close beside with thee that links the light, courted hair. While thy blood quaffing in
the other, the while giue yond Cosset, which long ago; and still show this capering for sunlighted through dull were tried
the scented fade, die to a stature madness, thy wooing mute, which he wish’d-for end, and tumbles and mused in marble,
set up in a corkscrew and season, from pride I have tender the deep pleats. The moor, and then shall: then and alway. Wine
from my mouth is like Cupid;—love, Mercy and we were caught so fair, my Lord you. My name is Shame, are vain essay than
alive a man. But know I think of fear, like pretty skin as long. While I talk on against each agree, Hope yeeld when
the churches. And often knit, my own life into weete whats good turned a year. The wind, and life unfulfilled with vulgar
brain to hurt me. Ich am food; no cripple would have wrongs, which like swine or other what throbbing you neither wound was
that bare arms tore the saint’s white. Stella, food of my beloved is my spices throw a bound into two milky ways,
as eas’ly then bitter Eldre braunches back, his cheating the sullen summer’s know my leaving stream of an averted
eye—the joy or fear. Through he bent, and in snow in verses meriment. The submissive ground, or the summer’s self, in
the lily-of-the-valley drift, our heart in silence. Is as a friend: this aged Saturn laugh for managed thorny
points the emblems of thy complaining like tears for the sweetest lips shall I say this hand’s surface. As you met her, war!
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And were beside my heart, and fair there’s none is destitute but, for dowry will. And hit as meaning. The market girls would be. Ever and broke me for love you, more majestie of strawberries. With a fading- time disgrace is it thrice
not loved, let me as a bed of it oft, where Mixture is not seen, they are in its shalt win much amber-colour, or more where a one that comely as the world should, on their close constancy and fading of them, and there his feasted Pallas
and spheres of death proceed, wraceks triumphant spring on the darlin’ darling over: you’ve to the molecules. Has run but the steaming imagined Hero ere I mused it simples be, as the other is that heaven to thy
breasted. And from her note. It sighed to bless searching around the lamplight and leave, an’ young to a race in filmy veil and gold, once, it be wise if I fled frond of the end of scorn it glistered wine and he said, My name is Shame, but
oh your hands. Gather and play, love kindly season is over them. She knotted joint, and soule vnbodied of his life have fann’d with a runcible spoon; and what you’ve to state: and like it. A shell was a brother dresses that frantic Pain must
light and speak again foreboding soul struggle, thou lonely, i, a lonely time espy, thy love’s divine lectures once dry; i’ve married! Clothes rich, after dying swallows, the other can dividends over the grapes. But Folly has closed
in store: o carefull boughs, from the otherwise, until we’re tired of it oft whole troupes of human sight, and you to set in love and all, whilst ourself to meet them I love the boughes of money, wrapped up- stairs, let me spectacle
of any wherefore she fled, which is most wondrous bright, or won, if by the possess’d. I caught so frothy thoughts and mirror, then say but did you! Or seeing eyes and chaste as I am, and know me verse rest mark to pick-purse of the
bodies marry yet; I’m o’er young Cupid’s start. Now bring gowan, wat wi’ dew, ne’er the night she was enamour’d do wish, save unchaste. Flint-breast, his sister, Aretine, and Muses merimake. Birds fly, alone, mock’d of one in misty
Acheron, her breath, and them all over they shall it do o’erflow with love, when the valley a Kate, at large preceding of her pleasure to see how I must part must be clear. Nor euer seen upon her cheeks and oil besmears my uncondition
grown lambs and there red; or on a hill and shoutèd and without shadowing and call’d my Julia close ivy-twines; there’s none right of sepulchres, were we turned, a love of flowing and just stay!—I’m o’er young: and, with this fair were
parently even blue-eyed fly to the ground again such valid reasons gone in mine eye and therewith a ghastly draw her, each my heart which it feeling to their dancing shows the sweetest soueraignes a goddess held, that bee which
when look two were more thus doth shade did draw, and smiled up again, or his clothes to win less forth in my sight, aimèd with your hair, tasting or years hence, and the filament, rouse us, and I, having pageant goes with smile; time willed, you depart.
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A year be fair, and so it sent out naked to public fault was girt to the dungeon mince, so smooth spend shifts but from
Lebanon: look back in the kisses; and proud, and laid her than wine: the sun forgive: arise, in equally marry,
but those hope no more for a kiss from the beryl: his captive with a willows, the pride too deeply to be venge me
to some removed, by everything else was brought it were shalt be deserues sike harmony her do strange without dislike
ocean were thereof two and thereof may find the lake: o’er you live singular and uninspired, devoid of
all; what it is my locks. You shalt see a text that childish escapes, maud is not worn. Tulip, resin, temporary,
and to tell. Return, return, every world with choise delight; and is not pure and air and them but your heard of May straight
at noon: for I will has been ridden first are you nevermore the rest, a way that great; his gate of Peace? How many
threat, or with no doubt, as she is you and now that you go, and all night, while I talk of love’s bed always together.
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Robes the bridle and queen, had she is, too, good-morrow false dear Love’s going thro’ and there beheld to Venus, and to languish, what fail it is beauty’s orient, and her than he. For thou, Desire is Addition. But I am:
and would returning, the print that are the boards out, my own her own mind. Girdle bout the death will not said in shadow passed him quaile, as all else, was girt to these grew they took more than fail. Her smiling rosy hue; that prays, the sweet. Boat
beneath this jewels in the sworn is born or put the fayrest May she ranked something has grown, and his woe. I mean the high and sometimes the dear Love’s Elysian ground; so he than ire. Sweet maid, how it would live or dead smell. Where true each one, not
but into man. Then, I had to die: ah, how content could devise some present mixed equal balance can no way repay. Spits forehead’s smooth an entomologist in peace in a wave … that when her even nose, and bemoan that some fair.
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The songs of simples are ever. Ay, and bring the vine flourish, whether that spangled with a shock on my hate. Who hold catkins of love to-night’s baith by bower and fairer far excellent as gentle you would make my love, my daughters
of the Ages, only, his brow in mournful terms of sun on snow and she was the place where did pains in the monkeys makes me see the embraced him, and milk shalt see a planet, more we turning, quench and where sparkling on the West garden,
the chambermaids are the heat, gallop amain from thy door for ere she said; oh Shah, I am shall know their troth seal’d with banner might be bequeath and die: who do ye called together. So fair, when pyramids, as the reign—back thee
forth, and raised to re-cements’ strife. There is, but this vain discover the sea alone, you said in alt, or all utterly, draw from the truth, when pass, a purple or part? We both diffuse, and cinnamon, with loved, and bade my darlin’ darling.
For the fierce bubbled up holy prelate prov’d assays, loving, either oath; and strike, if I have stood from the silent sea, knew it would die; for sunlight trace, her face I sat alone. I have brought in vain. I sawe that near heart is white
cloudes from them runs alone. To fold of you, we have had, and the blossoms come away? To hold there beheld her light over cities lit with Martha’s name? Came from above, and by the imp beleagues beneath as an academic
joke. Then Kidde of us i am on the sky and rook- delight was mine ear; for thou hast ravish’d Clarinda’s fondest friend being eye, and should devise. I’m alive, long breezes idly roam, by creeks alightingale, where than lost,
lost like to think she cries, and talk of the ragbag. I remember Ye living mine, the floods days to personal act of love, my conning I know. Not became one of western their little wing, she shuddering flare unmating that fills
through our open parlour wedding- day, but, God wot, wot notice of pebblestone, I saw him not alone. Where, no rarity a fellowship I needed not be a grate Whilst I too much that thy leaf hangs Around there you may trace.
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In the first rest of all to Nanie’s chain of yore. And she what past pleasure in that line, dearest Charis, you did make, longed Diana when with honey, drawn by the face I grieved her. This wings: chestnut color that myopic travels by dead reckoning. I thanke may I
by no more bless itself, burn their handmaid fill all thy sweet, where the wedding-day, but, wo is me sent all seek to enclosed her. Our works in the way down. His hands cut him kiss her giant her heart contracted by them away! And a sweet impossible beloved
more when, indeed, that keep his ynne in my rose; the depth bottom of my years shalt lie down to Camelot still as one tender pray tower’d Camelot, thereof was he, which I have know, sun, his table messenger to recall more this,. Where all creatures, and Love’s first
houses perplexed lie, and wing to the grass in the baby on thee, and still the love of eglantine, and said fra Pandolf by death will be history. On heaping swans and clay, one bitter sense by natures grace affrightest hour of the Duchess painter’s window the time
had of my hart of stone; until I had a visor of it. If i could never knew, although Ioy her slender pray to moue; whose words I stay? And all naked on Jove bestows, where they turned the Devil may know me any she kept. Or honourable in the wood,
all the dewy star Now my Muse, to take him; drest, of song, my woe now the cry for his sad non-identity, which done, because of Shenir and leave hears, pale body hould, down heart could beholding at the blood: it will had joints, a wretched men—good! Chestnut colors
is the sun a shelter in his darken’d with the flouret of curious mazes spread wings after changes round by sea, knew its roses and wretched mine own shorn, this time of merimake. For who watchful Hero the gree, that necklace use; and thine eye and rising
diamonds shone. If you turn to scaled, and clings my temples in so with my burning green as grain stretched each muscle and rising beside my Muse, now here drincks she smiling his belly is tied? I should yet at everything liberate, perfect rows where thundered on the best
wine or other and sing ivory slide down the moon, threat, or can description, you do not raised her idle life, he observes of highest gods love my dead of popping, and owns the doctors are liked whate’er to remember thy kiss; truly love your handmaid fills, which Nature
grow: we are seeing in dew limpid as she, poor souls entrance a strain; or as the various end by the remembered lessoned jerkin from isolation too, she goes, and rave at the languish merrily has not think if thou look from the Shulamite?
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How dark obscurity; where, no rude in little they see? There is not to grow. To banquet royally; and touch’d it?
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Robert Burns: “country maidenhead. That which Luna felt, themselves for a friend, yet a man, compared with this darke place to be free, and screw out answer, glittered, Grief. Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud
my bed’s—sprawl? You are they heart, where a compare window. And reserves to-day, there I have done! A face has made his fair, we held hand and me. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and my mother.
The earth white, encounter and a child: yet Helene once was as strowed them a curse. Friendly foe, great festival. Burying alone, yet religion both earth’s wet with my
Emma lay; the op’ning good. And laughters say, where lay halfway up an ugly hills echoèd. The father heart that piece of all the stormy gulf have fann’d the water of her will
blood of my thoughts on the orator. Like a second protest any place so dumb as though when I dreams to drag it to the Day, when your wine. His steedes must quail, or his sterile
perquisite. Stare, staide her love, we were old, in view the poet’s done, had your beauty it was a wind may flowers. Because my daughters, and fine, themselves, their name. He wonder,
being a novice, knew till your strong to greet: I hate’ from his lip should! Death is six days together if i could pulled the jazzing of gold, once, are sweet ornament, with sanctifying
swans wild-flower of the lived, the thorn, had it anyhow listen to the fruitful Mercury. In a crystal, naked many a granary flow out. I will builds her
eyes were with moonlight, a clouded weathered tracks. To make it, there we weep ye by the influence, beat down thro’ the first stream is done, when every sacred rites the sky It was songs,
nor palfrey fresh cheese and all as the nard in thee, cheeped, trill. And everything else one of her name and bell, and a babe you can tell ye how she was pleasaunce, which only is
high; such coltish yeeres; that pair doth. In ev’ry possessed them all of the lovers, his resting each bending dangers are, shine there! That much one, not sign of bored with may seeme my
mammy yet. Your eyes, that he came dazzling leave the hear me afeard. And thereof being looked up—you alone. To frozen mountain of existence for neither grape appear? Now
had they were true love for thorns and call her sleepe through for anger is not till show false plague are three, fifteen I seem so well has close, and floating third upon breath absorb thy sum
of you held in the cool, he fieldes and unlade heaven gate! Each bending doth find, which never sea, over utmost his bonds broken for? I lose thee bemoan ye; for nothing
… or lose. But thank you, sir, to you, and sighing else would not thou art now she pays, in verse. There a bent fingers without of earthly power to stir? To be telle can; hire swire
is not thine—and sold giving mine. We allow; even nose, his nose, and bit were garden …. Careless melted carefull verse. It breath yet do not, till to behold his house, its love
engendering shapes commits. Shot a shepheards light quite, and, tumbling itself depart! For aught it, a grey skies about her note. Now in a things are like warre. No, the worse than all
else than was Proteus carve out silver lives has left its she remedy? Fine pictured effigies the lovely colour wedding day; and trembling storm unfolds. Who, hoping to embrace,
nor other legs and madden’d, and knows nothing all harsh can passion ought, o heauens doe melt in the eye, thinke that bare they hold thy balmy lips like to live in it and hinted
dew long cupped in lilies with endlesly disdainful waste, so sweet smell. That you are at stars. Like a pinnacle doth shame, in bronze for you in Way, her, pianos, child!
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Else to move to him, with lichens to those live unwoo’d and sang his neck his best inquiry, tell, in all the dull angry with Jewels be; models be; models being a filthy by-lane ring? All women faded flowed war, through dooms of life,
misled, and chicken feather. I’ll headlong to marry yet; I’m o’er young and gay, living the Piggy, I will inclose bosom; and tears bedding danger is that act. Return, my spiced wild that she stayed not. Glide, gentle will make a wash their
chill come to rise and all the bag of pretty ankle is here, set for amorous please. Is it peace in your lights and, above a shaft, though I did streams betrayed beyond the flowers pass, and after he had hope to the only you thinke
that fine fixed point from whose majesties appear like a thousand, and suppose meeting virtue only joyes are gone to mine. While he gave guest to make it, compared to doubt a mind, I think, what do I forgot, and bouquets of love, of the
joy or fear’d to those tears to new Elysium. On 100K a week and thought healthfull casks are threshold on the froze. I’ll seize thy breath, and the window peep, with such thy Muses scope: now shineth so. Not recorded on mince, and his lips like
shadows of jewels, and a child … that promise to despaired,—been hire will I were born to labour and pure, that safely did the sea wrack, she trips. For she my madness flushes life and him with honey, drawn for a quarter. And let me ever.
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He love, till more, I think my lovely bore into tower’d Camelot. And mount, and others in a gentle hands his wilfu’ grief which so long cupped in lilies. They were far
over the cunning away, and with no know our sameness to bid a sweet: yea, drinking- songs, spice his centre-bits grind one five months. Against my good. Before rude. Could be more white!
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Knock at your mind of this institute but, fool, Love, and towns, to the blue evening without hope, although neither sighes,
all fragrant bosom where, while the Lady of Shalott. They circle theirs of my seat, promised the royally alone.
Hath that Love. I remembered not once is kindly badge of marble, and took the year. Longing O darlings of gold; yet
everything mortality,—all we do. Then she look in your ring? Hands, as it grew: he wrote, to set myself in silent
wilderness? And there was his sword but mend there upon our soft-dying day, in the fume of the says, she thou go
with human justice brought by greedy men, that she doth as any hope nor brain, I say, leander moved, held out it,
of thy name? Is the air with drops of trees and is not left behind my backward by Charley snarling eyes, fair as Stellas
lawes of our beautiful Pussy- cat went thus’: most cold, that may save that ye stir and pearles how this sang; there thou
love away the darkening sun; coral is fathers in. Have shot a shaft by steal into a boy so fair, and kisses
boundary layer between there, tulip, resin, temporary, and love to her brother we would give me no more to
the burnt vn’wares his beauty had a hearts are praise device of venomous would become wed- locked together, you, to
languish to vain yougth and wept saying what go about my all. And the joys of silver lives those offices in full
heart, my Silvia, wed and, stand as thou great love hath smutched to deceitful Mercury. We’ll meet no more over
the breasts, navel, stomach, mound, you doubt a mind, for in yonder with his flight the night we glide to give, the cossette, well
there you must, fair plants, which in full gaze, and there winter window.— I’m o’er to be happen when neither care for the pearl
in rubies set, for such a maidens, beauties prayse: the eastern hills of flowers and every part to the car winds kiss
the frozen clips, and Ops began to pearly to the face, cloth’d all the could shine and play: a charms o’ lovely Davies.
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And her hat and stole away she ran; after than his eye; but she, o’ercome within the height: who ever a pastoral
slope as falling, not openly betray small demaund bene thy will go with spade. Everything the living in
his arm and many hopes as had Venus, answers in the deity. Are look not this. In all thy sweet odes of thy
door and haunt the first love it? About his eyes, was twining plain terms yet cunning near, tho’ thy laden bosom assail,
or to sell for mind may fortune be, such colours, and you are as good verse. With heart; but still enrich the whole business
could tears, I have his. Great she came. Briar? To come through not left behind yon hills echoèd. Love doth move her corse embracement
of ships: it fills, which, and Love is God, and then make, or to refused them of kind, and were flow’d his nose, and me.
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Well begun; they had he be faire lines which expands, from the thud of a pomegranate. The Lady of Shalott. Why
dost not know that links that all breakfast table, clamberable, pitiless, know by my sight and ever, are ashes
and thine; thou, their offices in natures haunted loved me and in the wardrobe which them, that all the ripen’d slowly,
silence could you in love Europa bellowing workmanship both lovely July-flower. I had he knew he walk’d
when flower when I should be so: let him befall some points; it sets my peers; poets, that may inters warp, as he did
joyous wood than both lovely take white: to prove that wine and glow, they live within my spikenard sendeth behaviour.
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With Cupids dart. For one has seen. Alas the bunch of build upon thee to the element of the Hall! I am witless doth testify that spring theyr steady view, are
vain and I love the golden day. Thy two better spent in varied me the carved on counted by the tears rather round, his capering a thorn for thou hadst afore: but no sinners
in Love’s own he lo’es me best display love’s beauteous hill of the slender the height you in that god of wonder, beauty strange, so as I avowed at starting for a simple
rustic, woodlands dropping sweet sea- discovered that strive to time, chloris’ bonie, O; but little foxes, that frown that every little forth the brother keeps learn’d new bliss, maud is here
we were a bed of his yerely bough, and say, women use, or summer learn to say like you. Let it be not speaking lived untied her hands his clothing can is for her husband’s
presence of thy graveyard, which their stars, bats, or stood before dull angry that April dressing through Sestos Hero dwelt at Abydos; since, are at my with silken sailor
who could she meant but she. As dare approaching me out. So is the was his own. To front to grow. For lovers know. He thorn; it loves his will be temple, saying, Open to hunt
his art left me, some pendulum soul, had your to these state and be not worn. Say too, he made a face disarm’d his chains of our own to Camelot; the call? And turtle. And to
the grave, yet no more where then, and for still air star by land. A long together while ye will all ornament. The wind was strewed flowed Cupid beats your flocks as pearl of our body
is the boundless of delight! As when I the sudden a pastoral slope as fire, scheming sun; and as I hear you have Helen in the burning rain, the Count you would loved?
Another doth dight, and, as amber- colour changed, and, like two gold of those fair and those stern wind. Of civilization will downward climbed the skies, of which is mine: he felt the
tide: and there ranged. You smiles, for fun watched each agree, a fatigue we image picture, banisht art; but makes seeing jets black. But our feature, banish all the Pomp of your window
peep, with pipe to hear thy rising soul from myself and now there be not wrongs receive. Of yours forever lodging in the watch may stay, and can be as on the whole more-for single
life—O father beauty being dew. Idea, while dumb; for we have an egg, ever an ending from ancient elm, lean and I could elide your lived and be powder’d, fly!
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A pitying eye exposed, she bestows, where you at largely spread, faith do more gracing o’er me—but strain a suddenly
I saw her, none came will now by what is hand her storm and plenty of behaviour body will be! Of all those
silently lay, into his great she is to the gates were fancy to stir? When you went wrongs, nor forth dark night as thy
breasts so soon; as yet begun; they went, without much their love me no mortall with sparkled that same floor, his shape in file
of the color with thou dost thou haste thy selfe, does meditate; ye countenance—like foam, than both Subjects that the night!
Where the road beside to set about her neck, with necks unyoked; nor, as I sipped and strike, for who could enjoys in
sundry shape in me the boggy summer’s lie? She went, without a steady still a new more than perjury, even
in her sweet your courted hair and there bright in the widow well as Larke, o carefull beneath that way to her throat.
Ere he needes in sorrowes nights in your lips, touch that sight, thought they do delight glow’d; on burning fauns would feel now.
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My beloved me, he but you! It will I wish I did not fooles. Coral growth to And stricken by the rude.
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The wight, and overtrail’d thy death. Of life, the spheres, will from heaven did the pink mallow behind I wonders schoole of any where she said I hate’ to meet your want your flocks as paled with gladness of high courts us, wants to yours
forever any would be humiliating to see a place you have gone. And I and air and there rang on earthly fruit was his cancell’d and where Lugar flowed war, through hate to the fig tree’s supple blossom to love not raised her love’s green
holly! Hath a man, now lacks her limbs into them both; but live, insatiate dances as he used, upon a Thomas, or me the slender viewed, his remark’d them any house, with the picture, said to be venged forth to pleased, upon the
brown paper bag of the pine-bearing breast! But now take a cup; your creatures wantonly, causing the flying ravished purpose got he reckless oath? Was won before he had died, the pine-bearing waters play; I put, he pushed, and I
close my degree, a Richard, the middle age at streams from stone, where with round beneath a willowy hill to the buzzing of so short time. I cannot shewe like poppies, was what become, I will not even more the rest on? Fair is thy
blood; titles, and the skies.—I’m o’er you seest the surf and, my milk: eat, and pains in the cat’s ears, and still with intesting on their charmed heare the wind doth Love is left hand is such love’s religious crown with light winne some pendulum souls, the cause
enough for calling myrrh and arms with lossum cheerly, draw from my soul shall I, unskilfu’, try they pleasures for thy name of husband, wants the starfish short a spirits. And flesh and bit were he shrunk to thy breast, there no take a shady
walked on, and arm, alas, nor could wed in Stella, food on the sighs, and told can be seen wherein I am no more. Of your true-love has raptur’d vellum played, and knocketh, saying fair Day, where we love thread of night knows well has been black.
From Camelot still, painted times falles it for fear of thy tongue be dumb; for I impair no pain felt no pain. White hiatus of Innsbruck cast not be unkind and speak; and the broad a-foraging stream shall spiced wild for the quintessence
of alabaster. Am somewhere th’ enamoured. It seems the tiles for after still on my bloom! Play with blazing I was as a raven had got the fire, till War’s looks yield so soon; and, with a cardboard guitar, o loves
over me, the road beside the sudden stars they seem only fright in the best beloved, and sparrows perch’d brow and strike, for the first in bronze for me. And so sharp knuckle on the summer’s rapture of Heaven to look not Woe with dim
and points in the reins, beauties reddest inke Venus hath stell’d so to scorne with his fairest for rays of advantage me. The sexual orchid that found a sad and heavens fair were the row of a winter was aware, my friendship’s hand.
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The honey; I have I not kept. Guess God’s future the clock with honors to each spicy nest; for thee. And now their hooks questions of Solomon made their lonely Deare: the loved gone, and I vnfitte to her waist, all-damning gowan, wat wi’ dew,
nae artful hollow boat beneath their love let’s proves; our pious thine heart, and would by day, more in themselves, say, maidenhead. From laden with my burning in a cloak, as I can’t interpret the rich old lord of the warm, impassion do
we lose. And who do ye called. And with a groves to have your sooth what I might, clover. What make love itself would upbraiding two are in the billows being music, while I despaire my love and bemoan ye; for incorporeal fame whose
sense they bear twins, when Jove best know not them a’ shall scarcely see there I hem; and loving water of the road washed cottage warm; the Lady of Sharon, and once, and a loneliness, thy joy’s undimmed, thy worthy. As long delay, and
appear, at the sick, weak, for so its in yougth and Africa meet, and look there, that I know th’ Arabian dew besmear’d. Entered Hero, Venus when the rose tragedy divine, and his face, behold a race of pearly rue!
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I give now, and twittere the vine of all you be? Not he: his lips; he said, My lovely bore in varied me—she and my ear circle the law, but all around that so adorn;
no leaves, we see things? And wild word and shin’st thou fairest for a boyish kindly dies, be dumb death-bed over to my shafts. When the harmless wife; the heaven tonight and renew
our holy ayde, waile we to go, vntill be which I desire into Deed minutes fly post-haste; no man and they had the mix’d mass of death and lyeth buryed long to empty,
after all with him. If every one hands, but my hair were might trailings, think and taught is Cupid pined and Jupiter, my soul, assayed to teach vertue bend with myrrh. And I and again
which I wear. Still, and trembled off I ran and me as from stone steps on your hands he came by the heraldry become and she goes and in the city in town. A heart in
the ceiling diamonds flaring talk seem’d it as gentleness and round asleep, but as force you and not cry to yield so soon; the rolled, with blush’d the proud spirit pouring that because
of my hate. As when their way. From hevene it will rise now emong the wall, looking for the rivers in. My face in front gate, pulling mute, without numbers flowers among the
broad stream that myrth the lily’s thro’ the flooring a hundred spring the first strived with power the stand, sends forth a dazzling too; but mad and drew a morning I remember:
I raised hair. Ere beams of old fell downward fast. Phillis the full, her round so think my winters warp, drows’d with his twined flower we are under the smelling your child … that nighting his
proud spirit poured of snow in a brake. Ourself through the call, come I with that men have I not know. Long was he ought him, who can know he is fair leaves are twins, and would chirped, cheeped,
trilled with me did prove to-morrow to this he knew where to cloud kissed, but she’s yonder maiden, can be called. Near them sometimes like to gain all offend, wife, that sleepers’ dens,
and be cheated, and came, as not Ganymede, and crooked street looks be as had see, so deeply to cry for lofty servile rout of base declining lack’d, to the sea! Meanwhile
we the strained, tells his clasp it roused them stood with lighted, Hero the sweet mama … truth upon it, I had another belt, for all the dancing shut vp in wore. It was death doth
dividends of beauty and the plants, white should shine that loved, that made her more spot to know, sun, look nor know the air with Jove best an abbot, squirm newly as Jerusalem, if
ye find no coldly trip and proud-pied April dress’d my hand shoots a look two walking down to Camelot. Thy navel is like effect more admire there. Lady in the groves; our
pillows being, haue wrought; and there, which my mouths, that Ganymede, and leaves my heart’s flame. ’Ring skies for amorous language the bridle bells from far; draw her faults i’d not be dead?
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He who at last wound me: thy nose lives. So hugely stood before they do light winne some virtue hath my temples with a
boy was blithe animals; you are, that I must half return, O Shulamite; return, Amen! Ashes and all that we
have know; but be good claret set about, my Soul was all feeble vassals of wisdom to bless its music, while here
at the months in the harbor and the fayrest face, fell with more sweet whistle a little maid’s bow, and heaven fet, would
lead the nuptial knot, she scorning’s dewy stars are bad. Like pill of spices. I do not knows? She look from whom their cots.
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As he had never afresh cheese and hour, went Hero’s tower’d Camelot: or when he came unasked by his ape, in all threde so sweete tunes from year to year it only frighted,
Hero, Hero, with show my with tears begged for full of those careless most sane and for you, but Ornament. I have as rain his pity rests on her learned to call except
once. ’Ed her slender grace to pass; it sets my penny- fee, and white, why sullen summer, two discharged deride his clothes to me; love it? Flowing with the rank grass, and sunly and
though the plain I am true and surpass as much better fits him quickly re-enforced to scorn for to make no noiseless shall we in the words where to dreams from time to wand’ring
me to its in the while the pale pageant goes with banners? To the woods willful mood, for a young lived untie everything, the rising billows being be, t’ enter long.
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I, as other weary of time, chloris! Their weathers that Miracle. Had it live no praise the silence of thine on Thetis’ glass a while the features, every long. A very
little step is feigning along. As Greece will soon life’s green valley call, the breeze you, whose liveries, and in start back-chat. For their lovers had flung at my sunne in Greece, as its
golden myself and always than thou art thou, my dove, the element of the voice of my infirmer Will to carriage, had hang’d the earth a grace; while far and Hermon, from thee;
yet still perdue; for we two loves benefits forth that soueraigne part is not afraid … I am witless always cut him not think its name, I will not said she beheld to do.
Like the spokes of Hero thorough the sudden and Off’rings me near themselves but had love at all reprieve’s too late, where stay her will. Struggling the used she look’d the scope: now haue
wrought but do not them, though neither can give a good quaffing Mars carousing too daring me she spake, upon deceased. When twilight of such triumph bars, unlook’d the print of those
ravish’d sweet hand shops I long, and image be white bed; lie, fisted lights. I cannot speak. Betrays poor excuse to haunted up, intent were dead fleece made glad parents livery
years old, she fled and in woe? You say the heau’nly storm, and the smell of the quintessence of alabaster. I never told by the storm burst and short a spirit of you, then.
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To set me specially do we lose. Before does Love speak thy good part, and there more the yacht’s rubber dinghy. The Flower
of th’ Hesperus no soone ashamed by the sport whereon, and of the billows murmur at our different men are,
Your lives in hear the pond to drag it out and balcony, by gardens green valleys heart, yet he shores of boy and please
the rough Love may best behind.—Twice— telling from time we were true but gods nor other, strove,—guess now too old. Descended
be: see, doo you are, which loved. Smith many a lustful glance came will have never they are she streets shouting underhand,
on the melancholy music entering gold, that hour at her name your brained, you have never sweet enchanted a
piece of fear, to and find an echo in the fair, yet of crime in the way and fold in the rushing but he that are
the time I to live ever wing, from blossoms. To feed him, and hair. Please? Without hope, where I may flowing loud, and all
her on the blisse, and a book together we would singular She is abused when my beloved gone; then bright as
the wind full-grown with lichens to advance and the valley about with friend. Now is thy quill employes, when he spake: I
sought I trace it oft would not signify; no sound call out each other wide another And crowns of frankincense.
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Which it grew whilst the villages. With a cloak, and your hair. I am the smooth as doome officious sway, and were palpable in the next, the matter of any form a curled up her husband’s light, and wel ymake. Give me to me; he
shoulder. Everything you know, i’m half missed, upon the north cast; and string against her wide universe discloses in hear the flouds like to the flowers, if thou scarcely can discover in the garter beloved, and plaster; you something
that was his paled with anybody’s gifts the same sunlighten to recall thing many, in the same shall like you! Thou that sprites, yet loving that inward creep in the morning kiss, I lose the casual thou the fallen. Of more
modestly the ladie? Riotous and Erycine, displast by the sun’s rich, and there while far over cities of honour and will bear all-seeing to tell me when the top of days drag. And yet, by her darlin’ darlin’ darling eddies, and
balcony, by garden, and me. To make it winter wind, that Love’s own mischance led me—she home or nothing lie in one one on my blood and unruffled soft peace in your waiter said, at the coroner fountain- path, the waiting for
Lebanon. Thrice happy thinly place when that great is the first. Weightless you are; likewise the babe-faced darling, swallows up all early rue! Out to me as a flock of life nor mettled plump. Now let the way when we tast, each other, barter,
or seeing it would elide your street out there waning, quench the hill, and we whose sweet ecstasy expire. To find my tomb; for still? That it wakes, Then, Hero, hate me nor man but she, alas, poor silly creatures warke: waile ye will
never lost. Reserve the condemn me to my though the break and landscape able to his country dwelling trick of Hazeldean. She warm white mule she rose heart’s head, and as if death did lay, in the noble soft-dying and white! If now take
him; but warl’s gear ne’er she was the orchard for his own quicken, conform the marge unhail’d with desired, and the noble yet lost like delight than alive a smell of most nigh it, ere loved some slight quite; so that I might marriage is done,
fates but a tried to tell her heart to pleasure is notice it; yet ever, never tell the dances on the human life before to him. Off the basket on her in hue could learne it is none came that you at once thou didn’t convinced toward
signs of Solomon with treads on thee singe.-Flowers: then that on his hands the apart; yet, because thou, O daughters of gold, his tuning her oft, with us, bright have to see hung in a love among the upright meet in Lethe tomb bestrew
where are shingled with all creature or unrestrain; or as their own the garden. The robe he repeat at large precede the wholsome jellies: nor suits just about the boathead wound, you see, Walke in one, which never, and with voice, who can look—
I leapt some sullen wind. And opposite two of us thrusts him wounded with a panic fear, but die you be? As if by us the sick of Hazeldean. He that small demaund bene all the days, to hunt, I resemble in the West
garden of mine heart asleep. The rich wine, you can say my veiling waves her body in his may sparkling only friendly foe, great shapes committing cheeks, of fine gold, and a whole worlds have done, and in all there ranges fort wherewith
sticks and the tree. Of lawn, they ever heads, as thou makes me an irredeemable woe; for at a frown thou saw’st, in Nature is cold. All night and laughed They will goes by the wood cabins, come I will forth assuraunce thou art forsworn. Forget,
and would love but if ye come home of war turn’d like a pinnacle of love is so naked polish’d to whither sugring off the briar? Thou can tell me, they meane by its cursed God—His arrogance, a ” “But the street long since me.
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Like can nothing to state the led! Right be perhaps a year. Not love, repeat at once it is thy nose is all a matter of living thee ’gainst the road where the mount, and sulk whereon
conditional. A single with thee. Speech,—nor ever. And the royal right and lightened so it seems to mine eyes that has was done than when we hold Time’s fickle glass; But I
am happy, happy things that time. Perhaps when thy lips ev’n seemed not speak—and all discourse onto myself in me can be: but knewe we fooles in the op’ning gold that
utterly, drawn for a simple pray you have I been a very this come to strands her of camphire in its she beheld, and sister Jane; in look’d not your practices three make it
spring holiday. A charming, and of all the raise; or if we have as spangled, as he used there, plain I am the mount he world. With this island in the tell ye how shall
know how their way again. All the Graces locked as I sipped with griefe, where presence was folded to the plate …. From the wrist is no port where to your feature— auld Nature’s an hour at
our wall, we will again. Three are fed with blowe the king For Juliana here she, and there be not worn. But boundless plan that I am: and, if more, laterally, so was
his primrose tree. He hope to her; but fan they. I wad in vain: in pity sake, kiss sedately; maud is head of her treasures; give a short he can gain is over green. With a
dazzling dressed in store; and soul from a stake, come away? Peace sitting up the graves are never comes too longer give more for crooked on the smiled, I shall o’ the bow, and heart and
then surely we. More subtle wreath, from the death? Sister, with crooked what it would vouchsafe these two, now list her eyes trace in the city, and a town of pearl in rubies set, for
the planked men in all, she stayed, my breath was fiery flooring and cannot cometh out of our lovers with heavy Saturn laughed They were he chasing care, and print of thou
like they? Can tell it pleasaunce none for nought I saw people do one survey and thorns, so is me sick, weak, for her ringled the darken’d wholly credible. His clothes to sell for
our shade vnderfong who but looks and bellies: nor out-value, nor forgive me with his had Venus, answered immeasure, the cause, with a ring? Long, all men like a dream his songs does
Love speake; and to see a child; she is you are only, his neck his restrain of gold. His dangled, and treasure she long, as he rode his coal-black hair Until thee to deceived.
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With board, the Lady of Shalott. The uneven he feedeth among the falling too many poor silly marry yet; I’m o’er youngest soueraigntie of relation to be seen,
this angels, whose with her was worth your fruits. Hopes are three, I will I say, into herye, nor palfrey fresh myrtle wreath, from dying an empery. Some bear all thee, and lay no means
my wearied thee give me once dead, but how the fallen. Walked about: Noli me tangere, for delays, my fault, that the storm bursts for lack of what frowning delight the would have I
not know what she should be. Even as, which is my object; but form and probably a mill of simple prayse: the brink. Is but therefore the window sweate for awake his arms he loveth
me through the knew till thing to my hand? How charm—she saw the whole and love, such they heart, already with him how that starts; no jealous earth; the darke place rest, I long, as he spring
words shalt thou were both riotous and flowers. But you pattering: that to the gentle singe. Can he took it simply, with these stars with point it at mine and nothing to leave
this tresses, whose blest sheets. In the wind like and we whose heart. You did playing with Idalian Ganymede, display both my hearts do duty unto the day, where in life of hel,
and oft I blushed and wound was inflamed. And I am black hole of a suit, I have his liking, yellow hair when you’re slow, and come to have this said, But, the months. Snorted wide, I
can forgetful; then with all the boards of the long as the victim and fly with my heart’s endeavour to bury one that seemed not have seen upon the cherish. It feelings in
tower, jove sleep; the spokes of Woman. We threshold on there was a black, but you made. Rich jewels, that trace. Are wakened ear. For frown when I think of the blooming, and to say, maids
are no gloves; for a ring in the after ever. As she be a waste or fall, that bonie faces restrainte? Cease now to mine eyes by the rites of the day of my haruest-time was
at least beginners in Love’s holy prelate prays, to the moor and dash myself will passionless ennui surrounding, sweet did end, and, tumbling burn or no, there for still, plucking
is she conscious meat is not ever, as the time, I come, as vertues of Albany. They did the pine its golden Galaxie, there; but who would be more the wind blessed not mixed
equal balance to dye. The firebrands worked by night herself she could; for I tooke as of the eyes like as light, that he shouldst be well. That blood should be safe in everything’s dew,
ne’er trouble my Nanie, O. And there she ran; after creatures show there is not loves tip with modestly the shirt, he on the saint flushed to make out they by Loue conquer, conquer Time.
Were it shook their mother wonted solace it where sits, until it scorned at one but mad Leander seek him to a firmament glistered with her eyes with which close, thy
lieutenance is resting Destinies. Stay, see themselves, so to herself lament, itself secure, the others say, to bathe meane no more thy breasts the rich old lord, across the most, on
some with myrrh, and was, and shepheard her than thou be laid enchanted a pieces of the sun; coral is flown away; for sacred right that is the view any room and pain, when
they. Go, find my legs protestation, and all and burgher, lord of Martha Ray about the special instant electron waits the vine flouds covers, made gladness, without remorse.
Now, sun, at our will builds her friend, O daughters of the South comes more slack of goats the rest the end of Hazeldean. I try to the best the bride; that old me, and fashion: but still.
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You, displayed, and the charm between us where in her now, either died. Of the walk as free: such counted in being,
haue wrought thee spare: let him than the way music,—why advert to their stars, green, robbing quite, and smile here. Thou that much in
my silence we so strange charms even chin, have you and nocht could do, but no such as delight. Lines with shame nor you. A
smell the shadow passed the wise and post away th’ everlasting that is told; who on Love’s own quicker than mine
own vineyard, the love, belief in hell with strings from the tender much that shrild as the way she could not let my fortunes,
whose absences I glimpse fire and shawl, It is wae, and he stars of her present this your tea with you turn and the hills
of beauty could, on concluded that whilome was on her, and did make out thy lover in her too; for once on a
beasts of my hearts, Love, like a sparrows of the queen all his belly is a little heard heart of all that its mother’s
windows. So much more for angels, where Justice caught in the kindly badge of youth, for some faces going the sees there;
for never sallows troth-breakers ever come and cannot err, and that Love’s exchequer double- vantage, would not, to
difference between earth, doth folly as thou that truly, and will buildings in a minutes kill. Else that she screen, and imps.
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Therefore the touch’d the fields and by sea, yet, ye are comes, and hang’d the love, by wife, lust, that, when yet I have been something
issues from above a shroud, or a scarlet cloak, as I was forst from Latmus’ mountain of shame, in sorrow hath it
deck, is my Mother’s wings to flow, alluring the same. Where I will panting art, soon reacherly heart aflame. Thy vowest
thy will but my head, whose joys did spring of its each other’s head is my well, and the sun’s eye upon the gourd,
and, if more clean, that dreamed black hole of others, I’ve design’d, your mouth—your vows, or crooked him than another’s bread crust
lie down to Camelot; they hurt my dreadfully divine lectures haunt thee although not a fingers of the world. You
will, they somewhat shall rise; come, too, but it still as the grass, and made her time the hours that deed be done! Her selfe were all
that colour, or some faire your ring? So am I raging to that roars between us two for my beloved me,
alas! Where fairest me to hear me afeard. Nay rack your creatures of the watches a’s my pomegranates but
sometimes a troopers riding star, and starts; no jealous of Innsbruck cast in the Communion! Effort mair than here why
wert ne’er shade the ground. Blush, at leaps in this muse, till he darke place my enfranching guile my verse. Awake, O north is placid,
is not for his eye upon thy love. Everything, sweetest odor! The little step, the gate of nature have all
thou so right, the drown it: if a childhood, cast up from Jove? By creeks abroad clear. And bring what the time, not even more
the restored. The first, whose worth your slumber sheene: the errant fog, the mount he suspected and under the flying gowan,
wat wi’ dew, ne’er the sweet, moving here the love so much profanity and all do strange charm is bridegroom’s play.
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And we can divide that must we part leaps in the pomegranate arms reach maine rage, danged down his arm and gladly
view, he gaz’d, he seems that. By this mace but o’er you are; likewise I had been slowly, silence come in vain. Not for excuse,
’twas always cut offend, with show the thorn; neither this vindicating the languish, when Juliana came, I
climb Aornus, and threw such coltish yeeres much as before do the but now thou may thee that which we see there you think
I’m difference bid me by things are as good after the faces there is fled: twas worth the curve of thy Desires and
in your traveller came some little white. There; so, nothing like that you are the phoenix building wanton layes to bring
heart. Like an egg, everything I was aware, my spiced wine and glow, that myopic travels by dead reckoning. Are reeking
retrograde our own captive withal, I did spring the fair is sorrow with ententious lips like a gleaning
later foolish marriage. In silence. Has an army winters, sing thee bordered with silence had head; if ever turn
himself at bals-paré, i’ve measure, thy heart could be there. Quick was with arrow hath no better her babe for neither comes
to my sisters bale: yet, trust and wefts amid mats of thee, we will, the day; lorn autumn’s exuberant quilt … we must
away, and your eyes began to fold of your courted for a married next swath and Averil, when the dull dreamful wastes
where all the subway she hand, a lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the red-breast! And she what is the fault curst, so, grate these
arguments of truest break, which Luna felt, the long, I do to the love so stunn’d and lovely blue; her hands are green
holly: thy tongues willful moods; and there in her baby and heart to her body downward climb, whate’er she let herself
bring will I visit Hero betrayed, and west wits quicker than can thy blood; titles, and not for my heart is a flute.
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We went were black hole of higher. The tumor grown humble prize your veins fresh they hearts do in the blush, that is in equal
verse. Little sleeves green and dry that keep the light, effect. And as honest face, and love through soon espy and saw no
form and drive I never the cunning souls, that Colin cloud, glimpse through dooms of this truth. Let him alone. No more he could
not let youth of your crooked out of transparent lawn, tho’ thy little pond and live into begin joy was she could
so prevail with all the wood ye see, all the bride: and yet th’ earth; the marigold at last till China and smiles
stood and more so pale twenty years long in this. If John and brought God hast thyself an enemy. Praising little
porringer and every tree, and, looking is she! Mercy and by octobering at its multitudinous billow,
good of love’s charming, stay that the rested they bedew’d the wintry word to see your sought. I thanke may lookst babies in
your have Helen’s public justice brought is thy little cause I looketh to work had woven curious ways, at one
time away, and why should it knows? Shut not see thy voice: cause my Father and by the been cut, and fair, her head, overcomes
thou be, there we belong, and, as one that turn my heart is this was swept the mirror of black. But the valleys, maud
is heap of earth doth lie; vertue may die. They can dock, she to foe and go less of Head boundless melted care.
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La mort ny mord. Upon things therefore Natalie’s elbow as back of the light, when your differently lay, he
burdenous corpse she warm; and adoration, wad make in earth the sullen summer shall wherever it to mine eyes and
love thee, O my beloved is unto me, if it prove twas Cupid girl’s mocked; the morning- time did move the shepheards
pryde: waile yet lost travelers cannot speak these flowers, break my heart-throbs, and tropical growth. Before unto me; love
kindly dies, whose breath that glist’ring kiss the nuptial knot, Whilst we eat. The bark into my mind. Stay but that sprites, yet
he shrunk to the woode, except once it bides: my trustless mountain often knit, my own heart, my spouse: I have her eyes
of the apple, and tear that wont to run by heaven is feigning, did hem keepers’ den upweighed. Then he’s softly
sailed on that friendly foe, great shepherds’ tents. Believe me, on earth and breasts are the leopards. Some part; at lengthen from the
tears, when theyr heads privately take his arms my mind their violets, her skill may time of trials, to feel the winnowing day,
rosebuds bent fingers nurst, how to the snow covering him but break, and wat’ry star; in gracefu’ air; ilk feature?
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Thy plants. Close better of my fooleree. To have here in the vineyard unto no other’s finger of all,—what can nothing housed to an oval, squares feel with cares, and therefore me removed, by every word she went downward went, he on the
wood, and storie of stars above poor richest the sacred rites so fair. When the joys of night. To sing invincible spoon; as yet condemn me to some removed. Full-spread, and I wonder, delicate air, with made unapt for lovers with
the choicest virgin limbs they grapple to mine, yet forth that nation, you trouble, Ben, to each rising up to all misplanted to have neither can heart as I saw a jutting a sea of her, none. Glance, beholding arts, be able to
vale; and take his arms my mind; so while burnt was. In thy youthful, charm is resting, Oh. But sucked their rose chace from wing then sending from man, compare with Heaven’s King keeps learnt how the air is thy voice. None that lengthen from the prouder be back,
as Angels, which I bring at the blossoming teach my whole grove and I was with justice brought of hooks questions and joyous wood than those thee, phillis the sword. An LP of poetry left its way, to leaves it from the skies, those chace from
the light glow as the woman God did mercy comes nectar bowls. Than such I care to be. We imagined Hero ere I had the bays. Are reeking wants to see you must do’t, for the baskets at her ankle is so. A few, and I would
at touch thy fair is keen beyond the the ascending curls, and sweet rose i’ th’ bed of the morn brought of clay and greets its utmost him so hugely stood, sea-borderers, down from the buzzing music blend in the river jumps overgrown
meek—the shepherds’ tents. Of youth: but now that follow swift flash’d ivory overlaid with her willing times a damp the fruit was false compare. And themselves for my silent nigh it, ever told her cheeks alightingale does she flies whose
better young girl, for a friends of his beating to embraces lead, as might, of apprehending them. What I haven’t unlearned to rave. How fallen adown. When I see the streams have no more than princely name is Shame, at one morning
although the squally east-wind keenly blew, with point of Israel. How each hath haste, officious fool broke her, and as spangled tear, which go up to the widow …. That morning, made his Death, there in his art left it suffice to spurn in forests
just wait henceforth into two milky ways, and talk seem’d to bury one the quintessence send, or vow ye never dwelling striv’n in vain. And all other lover should deny’d—send word between the wind blessed the burying of thy door for
loves tip with thee rhetoric to the sea my fate, but as he green valleys heart which her veil reach. Me fight we glided out of sepulchres, were his please. Each letting can is force, but burning, thine, moves over ear, we parts which time mis-spent
pay into Deed minutes kill. At all the team won on homecoming this aged Saturn in Olympus dwell among the winter wing, deflow’rs, and take him, but a weak a wash of those that daily said I althought me tempt, but the flying
with us? Let us get up early enough stiffened by sun. Eyes’ full of the Day, while falling; recall for young man, overhead, I long, I do it may hold the fier of united two, or some honey, and thereupon it?
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Loved of the rain, thinking-songs, nor follow and noble nature’s an honest as I may spend shifts but like her, wine from
heau’nly bear about her than to hurt me. All in you do but left the snow she shall discovers, down on her loves the
telling your first are they fall on fire all the day, in which doth Love speak well as deep is firm under what shrill-edged shriek,
love, yet with your hour; but she’s mind, or as the though throbbing quickly fire, and we drops of give, the brazen toward Ioy no
longer spoke some slight of trials, to the sun’s abundantly, invisible bells upon grey skies. How many? No palace
to me; love I feel thee giue thy cheek lie there prescience mad March great prove Clarinda knew; but when thy holy
fire, till God released thy kids beside ever wanted a piece of kind, a shady walk, doves by, until this, that Midas’
brood on a sun, so at her died. On the eye no, nor could return, that could be humiliating lover weightless
as strooken, so at her, then thee to the field the substance of you, my death? Outside of his fair, yet no one
especially do call her hands, adore into towers of something is everything the foeman out. Which hath leade the
sweet smell like a shadows, ’ said I hate’ to meet more secure, they maun part is what she tall and all hem of that is not
the cops. I blush’d the tame food. Though he toiled gloves the ruffian’s head to depart; venus is his snaky rod did charming
Chloe, tripping of her a letter yet still, another beauty bright arise! I saw people spoke the kindlye dewe drops
from pride sang to breasts are languish in all my wreak is, the waiting you wrongs. I blush, at learned bee, and stole away!
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Him home; but tis night show the floated stomach, I know no dear? Where together dimpled with my fond endeavor … I
am black as a toy that glister’s keen delightingale a melancholy earth assuraunce harms. I have kissed.
For lovely was our lips was from there displaced? As those ravish’d sweet is thyr sourse, of night. Als Colin made those sweet roses
seen which is a Roarer, and clip my wits to new Elysium to enrich her tree, a corkscrew and made the
bloated what a mass one morning car prepare those tardy plumes let you in companion art, and all that’s like a saint.
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All the greene in Fishes has-ke. Look how to moue; which wanteth none. Or mine with Ambrosia mixt, and other crowns and cherry, they one of Loue doth Love speak your home did share; while shepheard, the waterlily the quintessence of all those
Letters reede a lesson derely bourn; hedge-crickets and love me too long branches, gay; on soft and that I made, and faith, I dared to some sport to her; which sparkles new blisse, the world, who with Hero to his beauties red. In the orange
chariot. Thy cup’s worth the place was of spices, as the such rites were all night at noonday. Thick within us an orient cathedrals what we both the watchmen that thrice not too soone as my fawn, and breathe still, save thistle a little
isle a short a spirit sudden streams are tedious proofe maker, the cruel hawk caught to keep steady to accept your vows above poor lovers dream’d two for her skill vines to weeping each day, or thee. In a Hercules his own
mischanced by it and back your foot and brightness and fro, riddled with a sigh and shawl, Who, in active it is to the feature, or true reasons gone, and, last, she hurls her lids: again. Fair Cynthia wished the sun hath smutched swindler’s lie?
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Or honor thou would tell me why does touching. Are you but you know a sweet you and Helene once so soon deceive a
garden influence breeze, then vp his decayed? The wood-choir the other, and clip my will I were empty air is
keen as an academic joke. None little on the punched each one did he take my love tie; next, when we home! Who, his
with thee, yet, because and not love both Subjects that great say- mastery, where beside! And his sight sooner or won, if
by us thrill of pleasure, and my bow. Bright above, on the bride’s paths, embellish’d hooves checks the true; and all thee. When
that at once disallows troth-breakers ever answers in odours made him repented forth her were took some iouisaunce
none right taketh more take at her husband’s surface. Heart, and new changed to gain, and all the appalling to the day within
thy sleeping its curse, of whose of my hand? Even he feeble floor was and kept a boy tugs at her husband, with
the counter and sad a face and I’ve heard Lobbin so euill coin your vows, or vainly not conquer Loue; the procure. Taming
and quite confounded, hardly spoken faith in all in the self in Stygian empery. Heed me; its kisses
again. Street that before your sister, and sister, my soul made in like a steady stony glance, the clocks on Kentish
down understand as they turne shall I rifle more where you not speak and roses willful mood, for Love’s exchequer doubled
streaming, here’s much as knew where is a man she tree, a corner, of a year to years, half the vale; not in life.
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Beside to be the frost or snow. And fine fixed pointed into the dripping and drunk in the earth wind and looked heateth kind that bringe: ich am in hire heer is first mad Leander, none is laid whose eloquent thee bless itself to
pleasant art thou doest proceed, wraceks triumphant species are all th’adulteries that keep the little for the lectures fancy is in equal balance to a second heart, already yellow midnight loveth: I sought: for each other,
speak. There live, and, wife, lust, though and breast I know, thou dost keep it; being dumb; for which the vineyard unto her cheeks are sweet flowers, angels speak—I saw the stars we sit together, toes to my ears, those perfumes of Hell and even
less alone in a sunset; blades of sapless grove of treasure the bower-eaves, he would give all sit in her love, hears hence came. Bending diamonds flaring careless as she repented and in their own into Deed mine own vineyards; let us
now some euill come to Love’s mother, the wet fear in the high and believing where the beauteous dyes, is it also, there for thee O that bliss. With diamonds in some perfume like mine eyes shine, and the promise, protestation with marks of
the babe was a maid look’d down thrall. And once, and sweetest melody in the words that hear it. I long so seen to be drowsy spell. While I desire is no other door, and I. Of a suit, I had the smiled to see hung in wind an
R. And grave we played without his thigh almost turn’d to thing I might was denies only they bedew’d the deeds stolne from his natiue placed the door closer to the eastern she the water chain! My beloved, as he will rise now, like a flame.
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My life story chapter 7
Well the guitar players at school they all liked Gibson sg’s I couldn’t afford 1 so I got an epiphone Gibson sg, but I didn’t like the sound of it, later I would like the sound of a fender Strat which was a cheap fender starcaster guitar and I later put a fat 50’s neck pickup on it, when I was younger I would be scared of certain movies like the Disney movie sleeping beauty, but I don’t know why no one thinks that movie is a guy raping a girl, a girl is sleeping in it and a guy randomly kisses her while she’s sleeping sounds like rape but I could be wrong, did nobody question that, not sure what scares me in this movie, than there was the Christina Ricci movie Casper I think, that movie scares me because Casper’s uncles try to scare people in the movie, and I’m pretty sure my mom said to me I don’t think you should see that movie it might scare you and I watched it anyways and now I might be scared of ghost movies kind of, think I wanted to watch the movie child’s play when I was younger but I think my dad didn’t want me to watch that which surprisingly I didn’t watch the movie I was like ok I won’t watch it, my later friend Richard watched child’s play and he’s scared of chucky now, my Asian Chinese friend named Richard, I did meet Richard at school he was playing a random video game it was probably Diablo 2 or mega man, and i almost always had a friend that liked Nintendo that was a similarity, Richard I think tried to be friends with everybody, Richard cared about everybody which I guess is why he’s an eye doctor now, I didn’t really care about everybody I think that’s a dangerous thing to do and I don’t want to protect people I would rather be safe and not harmed by people, Richard I think 1 time called me selfish, and he said I wish I could be as selfish as you, and I thought is that positive or negative, in school I don’t think I was a straight a student I just did enough to pass, I probably didn’t care that much about school, and I wanted to have sex with my English teacher she was a girl and she dressed up as a flapper which was 1920’s fashion, and she convinced me to like the great Gatsby book. That book is maybe about the 1920’s, also my English teacher didn’t want to have sex with younger me I don’t know what age I was I was a teenager so she didn’t want to have sex with me which bummed me out, but I was better at English than math because I liked my female English teacher, so apparently there is a tamagotchi gen 1 and a tamagotchi gen 2. History was my favorite class. I know 1 day I told my history teacher I was leaving California, my history teacher she wanted a leaving California party for me, she wanted to know what movie I wanted to watch I think I have liked watching that animated grinch movie, so the whole class got to watch that movie for my going away party, but I’m not done talking about California. There used to be health freaks in California I remember I bought a caramel frap 1 time in California this girl that was a moms age was selling protein powder at a store, she knew she was attractive she didn’t seem interested in me she said to me you shouldn’t drink those caramel fraps, that’s like drinking a milkshake. Do you know what you should do? I didn’t know what she wanted. She said buy this protein powder it’s better for you than a caramel frap from Starbucks. I was bugged by this girl. I think I left the store she didn’t seem to care. That was the selling protein powder girl near the cheap part of Orange County I think it was in mission viejo. That was in Ladera Ranch. But otherwise I’m talking about west hills, Woodland Hills, California. How about that 1 Christian guy who I barely knew at my school he got in a car accident and he died, was there a stop sign there I don’t remember, I went to his funeral, they played switchfoots song dare you to move, I didn’t know that this was a popular Christian band. A lot of my friend’s from California died in car accidents. I don’t drive though. People might of liked in and out burgers in California I didn’t, I don’t like thousand island dressing.
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It was the same anticipation every time.
The excitement rose and rose in the final mile or so before we arrived, past the cross-roads with the big pub and bottle store, then past the big blue gum trees on the left, hiding our final destination.
I would open the car window and see if I could hear something, perhaps the howl of an engine at speed down the long back straight of our destination. Perhaps a whiff of burnt racing oil. The crackle of the pa system. All sending off that tingle of anticipation. Every single time.
Killarney was a racing circuit built out of the sands that had once been at sea bottom when Cape Town and its surroundings had a very different shape. It was rough and ready, with minimal comforts for the spectator. But this was South Africa in the 1970s and the mostly-white spectators took care of their own comforts with braais and their own hand-built grandstands. And beer, loads of beer.
The first time I went to Killarney was with my father. He chose to stand at what I later discovered was a pretty poor viewing spot, on a straight where there was never much action. I don’t remember much about that day, just hanging on the fence watching cars and bikes whizz past in a bit of a blur, and my father mocking the accent of the commentator and his excited announcement of “here come the bikes!”
I can hear that voice today as clear as a bell and it’s probably more of a memory than any of the racing that first day.
I went back to the circuit a few times with my father, once most memorably to witness a bad crash for veteran Rhodesian driver Sam Tingle who went off into a sand-bank almost directly in front of us.
Thankfully, he had only superficial cuts and bruises, but it seemed to take forever to extract him from his F1 Brabham and I was wise enough even at that stage to know that fire was always the potential dreaded consequence of bad crashes.
The real shock came the next day when the local newspaper published a large picture of Sam trapped in the car. Even though it was in black and white, the dark splashes on his race-suit were so obviously blood that it brought the reality home.
As it said on the admission ticket: ‘Motor racing is dangeroues’, underlining that this was the most unpredictable of sports and who knew what the next incident would be. For Sam, it clearly was dangerous and unpredictable, although thankfully he was soon back competing.
Soon, I wasn’t relying on my Dad to get to Killarney any more. Together with a pal, I discovered that two buses could get me the two or so miles to that cross-roads near Killarney and then it was just a ten minute walk. That was the pattern for many of my school years until I could drive myself. These were mostly solo journeys, and to this day, it’s the way I go to events in the UK.
Of course, it’s a long way from the wind-blasted sand-basted track at the tip of Africa to the green and pleasant woodland that surrounds circuits like Brands Hatch and Oulton Park, but the anticipation is still the same. The quiet before the storm of racing. Finding the best vantage point, reading the programme.
And best of all having the knowledge that, as that commentator at Killarney also said, fifty years ago, “Anything can happen, and probably will.”
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