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Thanks, Molly
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Thanks, Mike.
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Thank you, Parker
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It was fun using this format. Thanks you for your continued guidance as I try new things.
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Thank you, tim
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Thank you, Jeffrey It's such a beautiful place.
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Thank you, Molly
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Didnae see any dragons. The clans apparently got the inn keeper under control
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Thank you, Jeffrey
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At First; After Consideration; The Truth
WolfM commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in At First; After Consideration; The Truth
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From ages past the castle's history kept, A great palace where kings and queens slept. Vicious battles ensued with foes opposed, And treachery reigned king when not exposed. Its stories tell of a mystical age, When huge armies fought with such bitter rage. Time and again the palace flag did change, As nobles fell in the castle's exchange. Still are the cannon as peace rules the land, Stirling's history is bloody but oh so grand. ***** To th
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Thank you, Carlos I'll be in a kilt for sure. May have to insist he wears his dress blues. I do love my man in uniform (and out of it).
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Grey clouds build in the sky, Extending to the horizon. The cold, dark waters churn, As a tempest begins to form. Bright flashes of Lightning, Join the roaring boom of thunder. A cool summer wind blows; Waves relentlessly pounds the rocks. The odd calm felt on land, Belies the rage of the North Sea.
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Thank you all for the congratulations!
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Thank you Mike and tim ❤️ I can picture tim jumping up and down and that brought a big smile to my face
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Thank you @AC Benus. It's still one of my favorite styles. I'll try to be mroe active on zero-to-hero
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Thank you, Mike
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I love using that word Thank you, tim ❤️
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Th’ morning’s thick drow obscures th’ dark loch; Shrouding from view even th’ naurby rock. A group gathers near, thair cuppa in hand, To await th’ view that wull be sae grand. A ghostly aberration starts tae form; Slowly taking shape oan this cauld, grey morn. First lines 'n' blocks 'n' finally a roof; It tries tae bade hidden while bein' aloof. Th’ fog slowly lifts lik’ a freish bride’s veil; Giving a stunning view fur a’ tae hail. At last
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I wanted to go through it and see if I would be turned away or open a discussion. I can walk away knowing I tried and these people cannae hurt me any more. I have a new family that loves and respects me. I've also met people who are distant relations and are more than happy to have me in their life and back in the clan.
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Hugz to you tim I know what I was going to get and was ready for it. Seeing my old bike out front and hearing a young voice inside, the only pain I felt was knowing the little brother I'll never get to meet was feet away from me. I may have stopped at the village church to show my boy some of the places I used to go. And it wasn't my fault the reverend was there and recognized me. So people who know my gran know her grandson didn't die after all.
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Pools clear as crystal, With vibrant blues and turquoise. We look on in awe. At the beauty of nature, Granted by the fairy pools. ****** Open countryside, Riding along moors and lochs. Not a soul to see, As the road passed under us; The highlands magic enchants. ****** The lake of legends; Long, cold, and so very deep. The surface ripples, As people gather to watch, The wonderment of Loch Ness.
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It looks just as it did, With my old bike by the front door. I had brief second thoughts, But with your love I have the strength; Still, uncertainty reigns. A knock on the door commits me. The face is familiar, I know the woman who greets me. Recognition sets in, And her eyes harden to a glare. Not a hint of remorse, Only venom and bile are shown. Gracefully bowing out, I bid the old woman farewell. Returning to your side, My home is wi
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History surrounds us, As we wander the castle grounds. An ancient monument That's withstood the passage of time. You are the thick stone walls, Lined with batteries of cannons. The rock that never yields, And the fortress around my soul. In the heart of Crown Square, As the bagpipes play for the crowd; I knelt to take your hand. Your answer is stronger than stone. On July 30th, 2019 in Crown Square at Edinburgh Castle, Scotland, I asked my
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