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I am all but a shadow in the night.
I make not a sound as I walk.
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The man in the box predicts the funeral will be next week, for Mother Nature is not yet done her lovely killing spree.
I'll grab a hot coc
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it's September 2009, and the state of New South Wales in Australia is covered in dust, literally. The experts say it is the worst dust storm in nearly seventy years.1
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In the end, it all comes down to stories doesn't it? One must simply decide which stories are really worth listening to and which are just
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The thunder rolling softly1
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It's divine to watch the golden-orange flames crackle and purr, imprisoned in a box of polished glass, starving to feed, to lure anything f
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I lay on my back and look up at the late afternoon sky – finally unwinding after a usual day in this hectic society of materialism, ethics,
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by The-Exception
300 words,
on Aug 26 1:37 AM. In Beach, Description, Life, Nature, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Summer, Teen, Young adult
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The ocean welcomes me with its peaceful, soft sand. The curling water waves at me as if to say “Come here! Here!” I come, smiling as the ocean sighs, retreating back. The cool misty air brushes my cheek. 1
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This is a poem about wounderous things, called trees.
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The heavens had never been so blue as the day after the Sadness; the sun never so bright or soothingly warm. Wispy, pristine white clouds swam through the vast open sky, sailed overhead on the gentle breeze. 1
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I wandered 'bout the earth1
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She was a loner: a creature of the night once enchanted by myths and legends.
She was passionate: her pack was all that matters...
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Swaying, those branches nude and clean.
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Tree explosion and flower coming into being.1
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My forest King, I hear you scream;
mechanical teeth gnaw your spine
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The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole1
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If you live at (or visited) Queensland please see this. Even if you didn't, there is this awesome link you GOT to see! -PLEASE-
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I thought this was a cute story. The scene is naturistic, taking place on Mermaid Beach on Daydream Island of Australia...
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"Stepping through the grass
Wet, green blades tickle my feet
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The Moon Watches over me... Giving me Hope and Comfort...1
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But sometimes they come and see,
the roots that keep us be.
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I have more them one favourite colour, so if you don’t mind I will say them all, say what EVERY colour means to me and so on...1
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tis the gray wolf's anguished lament,/
A heartfelt message Heaven sent.
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You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a stormy sea.
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Summer wind passes through my hair and the sweet air I breath in caresses my skin with every move I make. Your warm hands around me, as we dance to a song with no volume, are just like an angel's touch. The rushing river on t
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Now that I have a few fishing buddies and an old one here from in my Navy days. Maybe it's time to tell a few whoppers. I'll call them whoppers because I don't have much proof. Only the guys who were with me when they happen
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She slid into the clear water without a ripple, luxurating in the sensation of cool, refreshing wetness closing over her body. She raised her slender arms as she exhaled, and slipped below the surface, the water closed the ch
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A nail-biting first person thrill ride through the life of a modestly sized, self aware plant.
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Dark, dark, gentle night1
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The plain facts are that, no matter how you look at it, what she's doing is incredibly stupid.1
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In a white room devoid of movement, there sleeps a girl. Her skin is nearly the same color as the walls. She is on a bed with white sheet
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Standing at the doorway to the gymnasium in the shadows of the big, old trees, that surrounded the schoolyard like an enormous green wall, Candice beheld a lovely little Blue Tit which was eagerly hopping across the concreted
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One day, there were bones. They were old, buried in the sand, dry as the creekbed I found them in. Nothing organic remained, just architect
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Paperback Aromas
(from The Winter Room by Gary Paulsen)1
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Hanging on the wind, waiting, perhaps the odd change in the angle of the tail, otherwise motionless. Waiting for something,
by Kenart
2400 words, 2 comments,
on Jan 9 10:30 AM. In Animals, Autobiography, Birds, Falconry, Life, Nature, Raptors, Training, Wild
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A day of lessons in the wild.
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