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Date Posted: 09:01:17 09/28/02 Sat
Author: isabella
Subject: love and red dresses

dear diary..
o lord in heaven, watch over me this day. i come into a new land, and i am scared, lord, scared. i am naught but a traveling bella donna, trying to find her way in the world..and yet what is this place?who knows..i am all alone now. the gracious pedro left me long ago. and perhaps i seek love in this new place, a new don juan to give my aching heartstrings something to make them throb again with love. but most of all i look for new family, for i cannot forget those that i left at home..are they worried of me? i think not. i know not. it is not their way, but still i wonder..in this new place could i find someone to hold me to their bosom, and love me as a child? do i even want that? i am older now.

the dance
the ghost of spanish dances made a breakaway from the glaucous frondescence. her ivoried canvas melded with the pale light of the dawning, and yet, still, her girlish saucers reeled, catching the light as they pirouetted about the dingle. what did she see, that made her orbics swing into the dreamy state that was she? a sight for only her eyes to see, or any that came to her shoulder. the smell of equid had long rested in her slender nariz, and yet to sight them with one's own eyes, after all this..whoever sang that fated song, on the road again, could not have been more wrong..on the road again, i just can't wait to get on the road again..what were they thinking? a good family, a handsome stud at their side, and yet, the calling of the pathes through beautiful forests, the smell of the sea in their widening nares. adventure, love, this was what had called the ballerina to the road so long ago. and now she wished it had not; for the love and longing of her own hearth shone brightly inside her, and made the travels and wanderings seem dim in comparison. but what is one to do? perhaps these equine would make a new family. but no, she could never forget those who stayed at home..

alias..isabella
ag�e..youth
hued..dove
sex..bella
lineage..spanish
persona..shy and sweet of temper

isabella
love and red dresses

alias..callie

a dancer doth not waddle

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