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by Chantaclair Rose |
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Welcome to my Parlor. Feel free to enjoy my thoughts in poetry and other genre's of writing. The buttons on the left will take you to other rooms of the Manor where you will discover other interests. If you like something, drop me a missive or Sign My Guestbook ---<--{@ Marsha Rose
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![]() Chantaclair's Library ![]() Come and Write in the Library Add your own Story, or add on to those of others Click the doorway to Enter |
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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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The Third Story Everyone has a story, a point of view. Stepping out of yourself
to see
---&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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