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By AlexaNW PLATINUM
Ponte Vedra Bch, Florida

Your fierce presence against a pastel sky. Wings that stretch like an old friend, Ready to embrace you after a long while of separation. They fray as if they were drawn with pai...
AlexaNW PLATINUM, Ponte Vedra Bch, Florida
34 articles 0 photos 5 comments

WendyInNeverLand BRONZE, Richmond, Virginia
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb <3

Poetry
By rescuetruck607 GOLD
Bellmore, New York
rescuetruck607 GOLD, Bellmore, New York
13 articles 28 photos 6 comments
Poetry
By Quinnton BRONZE
Shoshone, Idaho
Quinnton BRONZE, Shoshone, Idaho
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.<br /> <br /> ~Edgar O&#039;Shaugnessy

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By Quinnton BRONZE
Shoshone, Idaho
Quinnton BRONZE, Shoshone, Idaho
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.<br /> <br /> ~Edgar O&#039;Shaugnessy

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By ZhadaMone GOLD
Westwood, New Jersey
ZhadaMone GOLD, Westwood, New Jersey
13 articles 0 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I love you as much as I did yesterday but, not as much as I will tommorow&quot;

HoldingFast GOLD, Plano, Texas
11 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;If I wasn&#039;t meant to fly, I wouldn&#039;t have these wings&quot;

1TomBoy SILVER, City, Other
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have a brilliant idea!

a-ROSE-in-hell-18 BRONZE, East Islip, New York
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By mystyksuniverse GOLD
Tuolumne, California
mystyksuniverse GOLD, Tuolumne, California
10 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: &quot;The People,&quot; with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision. The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then. &ndash; Carl Sandburg