The trees were alive,
Black wraiths among the leaves,
The sky went dark,
Morning silence shattered by screeches, screams and the beating of wings
The starlings were on the move
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It's not so much the destination that matters but, rather the journey and who you meet along the way.
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My skin crawls at your words.
Agents of Mordor
those wings bring no Joy....
i think that it is awesome that kenny loves to read.
love,taylor
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