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Date Posted: 06:44:11 06/10/02 Mon
Author: Stormy Thurman
Subject: .:: I've been crawling in the dark ::.
In reply to: Griffon Todd 's message, "^Do You Give In To Yourself So Often?^" on 19:04:29 06/07/02 Fri

.:: Soft, light brown tassles follow behind the soft-toned body of Stormy Thurman. Half of an emerlad that had been cut and half of a sapphire wielded together on a chain to produce a blue and green gem around her neck. The soft but quiet nature seemed to intrigue people daily, and being a mystery was how she liked it. No one knew her, because she trusted no one. She was clothed in what seemed to be mostly purple, the ribbon loosely holding the light brown tresses up was purple, her skirt was purple, and her turtle neck shirt was purple. She wasn't wearing sock with her low-top white tennis shoes.

Slender limbs moved her forward to the table nearest to her and sat where the other girl sitting, Pandora was her name? She seemed to be much like herself, a mystery. Not one word was spoken to either person conversing amongst themselves, it was time for her to write. As she removed a red, leatherbound book with gold lettering that read: 'Stormy Thurman', she began to write on the blank white pages. The page she opened up to first, however, had writing on it already: Back and forth. Back and forth. The tide ebbs and swirls, surrounding, reaching, touching ith its foamy fingers. Teasing at my last breathless moments. Surging up and over, pulling me under. The tide is winning...>/center

Stormy picked her purple-feathered quill up and added: ...But for a moment my foot brushes the bottom, and I am able to push, to grasp hold of a few last breaths. For a moment the tide must wait..

Seemingly satisfied with that she turned to the next page that was blank, and she looked at the two students. She wrote: I don't get it somedays. Sometimes I feel at home, and sometimes I feel so far away because I don't know it all. I need to have all the answers now. I'll never understand it if I don't find out everything. I use to see, but now it is all running away from me. And why and where and when and how, did anyone think it couldn't get worse than now? Wanting the chastity but lacking the alacrity to make it all come together. Or...maybe I was wrong...

Stormy's gaze moved to Pandora briefly before she finished, Or...maybe I was wrong, perhaps I had all the answers all along. ::.

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