Story,I thought about creating a little story, or more so a myth about animals just as something to tell small children around camp fires.
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Desire,[Enter a large open room lit by natural light that shines from tall glass windows.] [On the right half of the room stands a woman looking into a mirror, holding a camera in on hand. ] [The woman's attire consist of a black silk dress that runs just short of her knees, she is bare foot, with her blonde hair in a knot.] [The mirror is a standing mirror, which is 6 feet tall, and made of wood] [She looks towards the camera lens, then back to her visage staring back at her in the standing mirror.] [On the left half of the room, a man appears as he slowly walks out of the shadows, making no sound with his foot step.]Desire,
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Dream Number 1When I open my eyes I find myself laying on the floor of my living room laying down, covered in a blanket, and a pillow under my head. But the last thing I remember doing is sitting down, and I question how this came to be, then I see her laying beside me. I only see her face the top of her head and my vision ends just above her chest. I don't have the energy to move my head just to look at the rest of her, she is beautiful. Natural red hair, her eyes are closed, and she still has her piercing in that rests on the right side of her lip.Dream Number 1
She is not conscious but she is smiling, and I know she is the one who took care of me. She al
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A Soldiers Words[Two men are sitting in a back alley behind a bar, one man is a tall, masculine male with a shaved head. The other is a shorter, aboriginal male with glasses and long hair. Both men are sitting on two chairs looking into the nights sky, they have been talking for some time. The aboriginal tilts his head to right towards the taller male and asks.]A Soldiers Words
[HS:] "What is hard? Killing people or hitting them with bullets?"
[@$@ takes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it while talking]
"Watching them Before the kill You hold your breath see their teeth Their smile its all nothing
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The History of the FedoraFelt is a non woven cloth that is produced by matting, condensing, and pressing fibers together. The way felt feels can vary from being very soft material to being tough enough to be considered for construction materials. Felt can come in any color and shape that is desired.The History of the Fedora
The word fedora came from a character in a play which was written by Victorien Sardou, with the lead actress being Sarah Bernhardt. Who played the character Princess Fedora Romanov in the play Fedora in 1882, the play was presented in Paris. After the play it became a woman's fashion from 1880's to the 1920 where it was adapted by men. It was mostly popular
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