where the wind’s like a whetted knife

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"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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[open] where the wind’s like a whetted knife

Alija

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#10

12-31-2019, 09:36 AM

nature's first green is gold
her hardest hue to hold

Alija let her eyes drift as she listens to each of the others. She couldn't wait to get get to meet her great-aunt and the cousin she didn't know about. Her ears perked up when the stallion mentioned that he thought her grandmother was safe. She let out a small sigh of relief. Alija smiled and said"I have not met Noah or Norma yet. I haven't been away from Ischia until today." The blue roan girl was quite excited about seeing more of the pampas.

@[Oceane] @[Aodhan]

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