

The Christian and The MoorSilent; tree forwarning, knowing the inevitable; they watch.The Christian and The Moor
Anxious; horses snorting, Sensing excitement and danger; they prance.
Foes await the weary soldier. Every heart racing, Each muscle twitching all hungering for one thing: battle.
A day hard fought; Victory comes to those who lose. A day hard won; Death awaits to those who wait.


Little Red DressThe door opens, into memories Of better days. The fabric of my sequined dress Sighing softly as I move through the dark. Into the light. Flipping through pages of Photographs, seeing people from my past. Who's the giggling, gleeful girl I see,Little Red Dress
With the milk mustache and the Carefree smile? Every page brings another memory,
Another dozen laughs. Volumes of these bygone days Strewn about. Happy here, happy there. Good friend here, best friend there. I smile, remembering "the early years", When there was only joy, with No hint of the long road ahead. &nbs
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Art is showing others what you live.
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Thank you for the devWATCH, seeing as to how we've clearly never met before. Enjoy yourself here. Broaden your horizons.
Ok.
Thanks again.
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