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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 2:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 1:27 pm
 Secra had only to c**k it's head and listen, the words in the Meij winds coming loud and clear, allowing the bird to speak the same.
Little bird torn,
No longer waits...
Little bird torn,
Has a chance still if the chance will have him.
Lirka's mind was so intent upon a small bug at the base of it's perch, that the bird had little time to listen as the meij wind surrounded it.
With the cold comes the worry.
How well do cats swim in ice.
Chumu glanced absently at the bug and cocked it's head towards the wind, listening intently. It managed to pick out the last of the mesages coming through the stream and spouted the words out proudly.
It can't hear me, but it can hear you,
you won't see it coming, not ever,
but if you don't move then you'll die...
just like the gypsy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 3:38 pm
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