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Feb 14, 2012 00:35

The Traveller’s Tales

TwoThere is a ruin that stands upon the moor. You have seen it, though you may not have sought it out. Taken by time, and the creeping heather, its physical form is all but lost. It has a voice, however, and that voice lives on - wailing and twisting across the purple heath. Oh, you humans - so entrapped you are by the ( Read more... )

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lawchicky February 14 2012, 02:49:15 UTC
Haunting!

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alien_infinity February 14 2012, 13:15:14 UTC
Lovely!

He knew he shouldn’t have loved her, but this thought seemed thoroughly irrelevant in the face of such iridescent wonder.

This is a great line.

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karmasoup February 14 2012, 20:07:55 UTC
Your tales have never brought tears to my eyes before, but this one very nearly did. I believe it is my favorite of yours so far. Simply exquisite in its elementary, yet majestic melancholy.

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noodledays February 14 2012, 21:07:49 UTC
this is so poignant and lovely. 8,)

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shadowwolf13 February 14 2012, 21:32:40 UTC
Love and a tinge of sadness ... well done.

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