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Laurina looked up suddenly from the book she was reading. A flock of birds flew off from the tree she rested under, making their way to the north. The sound of their flapping wings fading out into the distance the further they flew. The long leaves of the willow tree swayed and moved against the wind like light curtains, tossed around by the wind that moved between them. She could hear her daughter Sophia playing the flute somewhere in the garden. It was the only sound that was present now. A calming feeling washed over her as the Angelic goddess took a deep breath, smiling to herself
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Eri swam up to the surface of the water immediately, tossing her head back a bit to get the dark greenish-black strands away from her face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her, moving her arms openly to the side while she stayed afloat in the middle of the waters. The trees around her swayed gently as the wind passed through. A few leaves fell slowly to the ground, only to be brushed across the grass as a stronger breeze came around. The Elemental goddess listened around her, her bright jade green eyes blinking slowly as she took in every sound and movement that she became aware of
Long Lineswhy must the line be always so short? have we so little to say? well go on! and say a little more the other half of the page might not go wasted cursing the writers of left to right that killed and shredded and plastered a tree for this? surely not so much space should we find behind our words and letters yet not so much redundancy and boredom either long lines leave little to the imagination where short ones leave too much quite intriguing, and quite sadLong Lines
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In the end... there should always be...
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In the end... there should always be...
a...
period.
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You can't be a hero, You can only be yourself.
But this chosen one's going to be both...
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