Fermé pour cause de soleil. On naît et puis on meurt. Tous les nœuds viennent au peigne. Le village de la digue des colombes.

We are all Kindred Spirits; connected in Life. But, I realized here was my chance to use my favorite scene in almost all of moviedom and I had to take it. I hope the Goddess of Flash Fiction can forgive me. Around the bend was a rocky bridge between the mountains.

Just write from your heart. In the midst of a strange city,. I stare across the busy crowd. Hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. 8220;We used to be inseparable. We were partners in crime, remember? 8221; he asked, hurt and frustration written on his face. I sighed and looked away as I told him my thoughts.

Love each other like You are the lyric and they are the music. Stalking its prey all day now, and it would strike now, admirably. Who was stalking its prey? Silence trying to engulf this night, but its futile. Lights litting up the empty roads to limelight a hue, the only marks they could leave in this world. It still would go for the prey.

On A Flower In The Breeze! .

I have a confused persona one moment I want to learn French while another play guitar! I have the most veering mind anyone could ever deal with! Well, we do. What it feels like to be free like a bird! We are never good at.

And what colour there is on the road today! These Berocca are .