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Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red

I don’t remember much of the drive from the restaurant. My thoughts raced with anticipation. He’d never been this stern before. We’d discussed dominance and submission, but I’d only had snippets of exposure. How am I going to do this? I can’t be his submissive little whore. This isn’t who I am. I am always in control. Gregory shattered our silence as he commented, “Oh little slut, I’ve missed your feistiness. I’ve missed you.” We arrived at our destination- somewhere I was unfamiliar. Nervousness plagued my insides. He exited the driver’s side, instantly appearing to my right, and the door opened. “Come here and let me welcome you properly,” he beckoned, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to him. His hand snaked to the crown of my head, grasping a fistful of my short hair. He took my mouth with tenacity, a flood of emotion filling my chest and belly as he kissed me. I mewed softly as he continued with fervor, my nervousness dissolved as I sank deep into his arms. Just as I felt

Eventually love shall win from pain Sunshine is there always after rain Eventually love will win from war I've come in my life so really far Everyone have their own dark scar Everyone can shine like a bright star Eventually dreams will come true We are equally in everything we do The backpack with love I have for you So all my dreams will soon come true Because I really believe I suppose I really believe and I'm so very close The backpack with love I've get Not everything is deep inside my head I want to follow my own healing heart I hope today with that I can start Because I hope for a world that is better I pray for a world where dreams not shatter I pray for a world where people do not fight The backpack of love makes it all alright Because this love I've share with you and me The backpack of love eventually makes me free Jill

Jeanne of Mourniac The small coach jolted along the dirty cobblestones of the glassworks path, struggling to navigate through the bustling crowd on this hot day of August 23rd, 1572. Seated on the rear seat of the carriage, Jeanne, Countess of Mourniac, faced the Count and Countess of Oustremont. However, the attention of the young Countess of Mourniac was not directed towards her uncle William or her aunt Justine. She rather had her eyes fixed on the handheld mirror she had just purchased on the Saint-Michel Bridge, gazing at her reflection for quite some time. Jeanne was a rather tall and attractive young woman – though rather slender by the standards of the time. She was dressed in a long scarlet silk houppelande with white sleeves and fringes adorned with speckled white and tawny stoat fur. The houppelande was adorned on the front with a long pearl necklace that accentuated the shape of her chest otherwise discreetly concealed by the rigid corset she wore beneath her gown. Her

Happiness is painting another painting with a brush Happiness is doing my thing and not in a rush Happiness is seeing you without even have to miss Happiness is knowing it already even if all is a mess Happiness is a feeling and I think a very big thing Happiness is listening to music and dance or sing Happiness is feeling lucky and understanding it all Happiness is feeling blessed and not have to fall Happiness is the key to living without limitations Happiness is being free and with my imaginations I think many new things I can already find I think I'm ready to leave all old things far behind Happiness is being myself without anyone's advice Happiness is staying true and having my own paradise Happiness is being with you without being sad Happiness well what is that? I think with that enough is said { Jill }

There comes a day when summer's swallowed whole to drown in blood she shed in winter's wrath; Such dreams as these which paved her future's path are only childish wishes fit for coal. Evaporated scarlet renders null The burning summer's blist'ring screaming laugh As earthquakes ring on in her aftermath, the blinding maw of August takes his toll. O come, dear winter! Chase the light away; Your with'ring hand and paralyzing breath to slice the sky and darken blinding day. The blood may turn to frost, the dreams to death, And yet these trampled frozen roses lay Alike a glitt'ring road of hope beneath.