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by Drew and Marsha ---&nsbn--[@ ChantaclairRose '99 She sat on the thick rough boulder
and looked out over the raging waters. So filled with strength and majesty
they were. She wondered if she could ever again feel that way, strong,
sure, confidant. Her eyes were misted from her thoughts, gentle tears contrasted
with the angry drops of pelting rain. Her hair whipped around her as she
shivered in the storm, though she didn't move away from the stone. It was
here that she had last seen him, his eyes were still emblazoned in her
thoughts, those eyes that would make her heart pound and her palms sweat.
She didn't even know the name of the color of them. They were an uncommon
blue, much like the sea that she sat mesmerized by at this moment.
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"Do unto others, doesn't mean... Do to
others what they have done to you."
---&nsbn--{@ Marsha Steed ' 00
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Not Perfect Not Perfect Take an hour glass
Those are the moments
Each grain of sand
NOT... "It is perfect." It is good. Every grain,
---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed 10/01
---&nbsn--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed '01 (idea from Sheila Heen) |
Opening
Soul lies closed
Sharing what moves us
Possibilities endlessly
---&nsbn--{© ChantaclairRose '2k |
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