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Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.
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Nice write.
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Also....hello fellow St. Louisian.
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Thank
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Any poem/creative writing with the moon in it gets my vote.
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Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded. A feeling stirred beneath the fur Behind dark eyes Hunger And her |
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Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded. Maybe I'm just high, but...Call of the Wild? |
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WE SHALL ALL answer life's CALL,,one day...nice write,,and welcome to these pages to share your mind..
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