Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your
contribution is not tax-deductible.)
PayPal Acct: 
Feedback: 
Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):
| [ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: [1], 2, 3, 4 ] |
to see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour e l sol and la lune simultaneously graced the welkin, the nocturnal orb noticeable translucent… narry a cumulus formation marred the pulchritude of the azure expanse… it is these prosaic things that one takes for granted, and to improve we could all stop and observe the never-ending, mundane happenings in our world… c o n t i n u i n g with her consumption of botanical growths, the claybank experienced only the slightest apathy… she, like the others, bid a genial if not overly emotional farewell to the youth owlet and offered a replicated greeting to the juvenile bronc takeshi… she regarded the others with her usual palpable deference and since they did not overstep her boundaries she did not bother them, but rather acknowledged their amiability in her own way… call her a loner if you wish for it was true that she only roamed with the nomadic ungulates of the cadre for their tolerable companionship and for her utter survival… t h e undeniable sound of a dehydrated twig snapping startled her, sensories coming to full alert… nuchal ligament jerked cranal aur upright and lithe torso was sashayed so that she faced the direction of he sound… diaphram contorted in a chary snort and after a few moments of careful scrutiny she settled again to her daily monotony… |