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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 10:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 10:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 4:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:06 pm
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To simply state, this had been one of the more easier of times the wanderer spent amongst the humans. His interaction with them, of course, was minimal at best. Beneath a sakura tree did he sit, a bottle at his side and a bowl within his left hand reflecting with a gently rippling surface, caused by a petal from the peach tree, the cerulean heaven above. The amethyst hues of his eyes were hidden by the bangs that hung in clumps over his face, while his lips silently parted hummed an old tune one of his past gifts, a tovarish, used to sing in times of sorrow and in times of peace.
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