Ashes to Ashes

the rush of magical energies and spirits heading into the heavens to find there own individual peace. grasping his staff as though to brace himself, the rush ends. he finishing the blessing. now this place is sacred ground.

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Mama

the rush of it brought the party to life as guests crowded in groups, the upper class chatting quietly, telling of the latest gossip and telling jokes they claimed an ownership to.

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A drive in the park

She half stood up in her seat, one hand going for the dashboard as the other held onto the car door, she pushed more of her out into the rushing wind. "woooooooooooooohhh~!"

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A drive to the park

She half stood up in her seat, one hand going for the dashboard as the other held onto the car door, she pushed more of her out into the rushing wind. "woooooooooooooohhh‾!"

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Elemental Guardians and The Ring of Fire

"doesn't this, like, happen every generation," she meowed, impatiently, "what's the rush?"

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Ragnarok - XVI

As is the rush of foam over the edge of roaring cataract split into rags and drops, each willing with all of its heart to outrun gravity, to reach the ground, meets like a football rush the rush of air that courses up the riverbed, so that the weight

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REIKI SESSION - inner travels

Time seemed to have lost meaning with the rushing world around him. the walls had changed from paned glass to a silver leaved wall, its soft glow colouring everything with its shine.

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That Boy's Buried Principle

To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery one sleek animal promises to me, i can run, swift and be free--no, be me! no more lament, just moving forward on all four feet... scenting airs once tepid, now sweet...

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'Our Night'

Our bodies connected, our legs intertwined, the rushed moans: arousing and satisfying. our moment has begun. with a low, seductive growl. wrapping around your waist, your paws sliding around my neck.

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5 Senses of Blue

_ _i hear the croak of a dart frog,_ _i hear the dry smash of fallen clay,_ _i hear the proud shoes of a man in jog,_ _i hear the rush of ocean spray.

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As-of-yet-Unnamed-Fantasy Ch:1

The house seemed to groan under the pressure of the rushing water. and knowing how it had been abandoned i knew that the house would fail and be swept away.

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Differences

So the hare sets out for the rushing water. there the hare becomes down seeing that there's no one here and quitely and slowly moved toward the watering hole. there face down she see's her twin and smiles to lean in for a kiss.

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