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59 Year Old · Male · Invited by: AlIlTlE CUP Of JB · Joined on March 19, 2007 · Born on October 5th · I have a crush on someone!
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59 Year Old · Male · Invited by: AlIlTlE CUP Of JB · Joined on March 19, 2007 · Born on October 5th · I have a crush on someone!
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“The Mark of a Bard”

I am the owl flying through the winter woods…
I am knowledge held in Remembrance while the world sleeps…
I am the still small voice calling out to the silence…
I am the dream that causes Men to remember…

I am Petty Captain Sir William Weaver of Raven’s Armory Guard…
And I am a Bard of the Lore.

59 Year Old · Male · Invited by: AlIlTlE CUP Of JB · Joined on March 19, 2007 · Born on October 5th · I have a crush on someone!
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The day was clear and sunny as she walked to her car.
Work was over for the day and she was free.
Free to spend the weekend any way she chose.
Doing whatever she wanted, Spending time with whomever she wanted.
Free... as free as the breezes that lightly played around her.

The wind's touch was light and playful as she walked along.
Blowing first this way and then that way.
Carrying scents of flowers and fresh cut grass along with just a hint of freshness.
A scent that brought thoughts of open water and lapping waves clearly to her mind.

It was one of those days...
And it promised to be one of those weekends.

Something new was in the air... a promise of something different.
She could feel it in the same way she could feel a storms approach after sunset.
The same hair raising tingle running across her flesh.

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He appears in total silence.

Though his approach was both unheard and unnoticed,
She has felt the aura of his presence,
like the soft caress of a lover's whisper,
from the very instant he arrived.

He stands...
perfectly still...
calm and quietly passive...

She can feel him there.
Breathing in the scents of her world.
Relaxing in the warmth of the morning light.
Softly breathing,
Silently waiting.

He offers no form of identification.
No greeting or salutation.
No notice that he is even there.
Nothing other than the aura of his presence.
A sensation he knows she can feel.

She senses him thus,
at the very edge of her world.
So very very far away.

Behind closed eyes she sees him.
Standing there...


Tall and strong, with flowing hair.
The mists of the outer dark still clinging to his form.
Witness to the distances that he has traveled,
just to be here.

With just a whisper of greeting from her lips,
a simple breeze brushes past him,
she idly sweeps the mists away.

In this way they each know the other is there.
They see each other in their hearts and in their dreams.
They speak through the very breath and heartbeat
of the world on which they now stand.
A world which she herself created.

His presence offers no threat to her,
only promises of future dreams.

Today they stand alone and distant from each other.
He will wait to see if she will answer his quiet call.
He waits to see if she will send a smile his way.
He waits for her approach as only the earth can wait.
Stalwart and patient.

Green eyes shinning in her dreams.



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Translation... "Hello"

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