p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} One slip of the tongue was all it took  words came tumbling down and turned into a memory of you and me one that you would never forget and one that i would never forgive. barely catching the remnants of the words with my fingers, they stained both you and I. i stared...

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The spiders scamper, hover, and spin endlessly until the gold becomes the finest silk. It is rather ticklish how their sharp pointy legs prick on my skin as they go about their work. Nothing to complain for I always have the highest quality garments embroidered with spider silk. How fine, how beautiful! There's not much to compare against these golden threads. Smooth, velvety,...

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Red blooms that bleed vividly into the light of both sun and moon, eyes warm as the summer fields -- all that she is reminds me of my own heart and also of my own mind. Either at conflict or at ease with the other, oh how shall I pick which one to listen to?  I am so much in love with dry...

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Spring has always wanted to linger a little bit longer, though summer is always too keen to take his adventurous strides. And now autumn is already hanging by the leaves and winter waits ever so patiently in the wind -- my how time flies!  There is a medium that had taken my heart with so much enthusiasm.  Dry Pastel. In my high school...

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Busy as a bee, not that I'm complaining.  There has been much going on and I have been going back and forth between writing and illustrating so much recently that the strain in my back has been all but forgotten though it reminds me of its presence every now and then. A tedious schedule surely, but, one that I find myself supremely devoted...

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