(Mor, she never posts here! I really think it's dead; Dea was part of the glue that held most of our topics together.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

sorry i forgot i said that...im starting to wonder what other things i have promised and forgot....

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen sat in the dark admiring the stars and how they coudl just light themsleves each night...why coudln't humans do that?

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Morwen dozed for a while, but full sleep would not come. She wrapped herself in her blanket and walked to Deawen's camp. She sat by her friend and said quietly. "We're going back tomorrow, my army and I. Chances are I won't see you until the end of this accursed war, if that blessed day ever comes." She paused for a momet. "I'm resigning my commandership."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"im sorry to here that Morwen. well for now my part in this war is over as well however i don't know if the king will pardon me.." she said facing her lap. "morwen i have done some things in my life im not proud of. things i can't change"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"I know, as have I. But the war cannot end until Grima is gone, along with whatever powers control him. I will do what I can with Theoden, but he is weaker and weaker every day. Goodbye, Deawen. May the stars shine upon a better time." She stood up and went to her camp. As dawn spread it's rosy fingers over the horizon, the Rohirrim wrode to Edoras.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(Well, if no one objects, I declare this post officially closed! )

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Nope, Mor, no objections. But stop pulling Homers on us! NO Eos of the rosy fingers, okay?)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....