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Posted 06-30-09 at 06:36 AM by Addr68 (Thoughts of Love: Essence and Reflections)
Updated 06-30-09 at 08:27 AM by Addr68
Forrest still in the hour before dawn, he sits quiet, underneath the branches of the old Live Oak tree.
Strange, not a cricket nor tree frog chirp this night. Only a soft whispering breeze, barely stirs the slumber of trees that rest, in the thickness of this forrest.
His wits say, be on your guard be ready, there be darkness riding this night.
No expression he gives, no movement he affords. His right hand already rest on the helt of his sharp sword....
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