lukia 3

Nov 03, 2011 16:18

It was the sweetest of summer mornings, dew still clung to the grass of the practise field, illuminated into jewels by the rising sun. The air was filled with birdsong and no clouds marred the clearest of blue skies ( Read more... )

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mr_malk November 4 2011, 09:30:52 UTC
Ouch! I wasn't sure how that confrontation would end, but I wasn't expecting that! That's really nasty!

I'm suitably impressed. You big meanie!

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ddraiggwyrdd November 4 2011, 09:46:53 UTC
It sets out the course of her life.
Glad you're impressed:}
More to come

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