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What do I do, I wonder, when I look back upon this short life of mine, and see nothing but fallen stars? Fallen stars…Friends, hopes, dreams. Like an angel with its clipped wings, after that time, we could never find our place to shine in the velvet sky. Read the rest of this entry »
Wind whipped loose tendrils of white-gold hair into golden eyes as he backwinged to land. The weather was rough today, Illian mused as he smoothed back ruffled feathers before he carefully folded back pure white wings. Read the rest of this entry »
