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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:17 pm
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Fish Bones tilts his head, resting his cheek against Blossom's head. He too sighs, a sound of contentment and sadness, for as soon as the last rays of sun vanish he'd walk her home, then on to his own home. Of course, there is always the chance they'll see each other again.
For the moment, though, he is content to sit with her, watching the sun's rays fade from the swamp. An impressive sight, too, full of orange, red, gold and purple. All too soon it ends, the last colors fading into the deep blue-black of night. With another sigh, Fish Bones nudges Blossom. "When ever your ready." he says, an undertone of unhappiness in his voice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:05 pm
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