Alrighty then...Story/sentence 1:I looked up, the last jar still in my hand. Towering above me was a tall guy with smooth brown skin. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans. He wasn't wearing any shoes.
My mouth was hanging open a little when I blinked and looked back down.
I struck the match, "I'm lighting candles."
"Why," he asked. His voice was smooth and with an accent.
I pressed the moving flame to the blackened wick and then set it back on the steps. Looking up I blew out the match and smiled.
"Because that's what I do. I light candles."
-Haryza/Shy
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A good place to take your pants off!
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Remember, its not the size of your wand, but the magic you weave with it...
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"Das ganze tschechische Volk ist eine Simulantenbande!"
"The all Czech folk is one band of simulators!"
(The Good Soldier Švejk)
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its most likely that i should probably be doing homework right now...thats exactly why i'm here...
thank you very very much for supporting my work . it means a lot to me ^____^
lovely gallery you've got yourself *____*
keep up the good work !
x
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applepie and orangejuice <3
and actually : no x3
i've never gone to a photography school , taken any classes , read any books about photography . .
so i really don't know anything about technique XD;
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applepie and orangejuice <3
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