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February | 2013 | What the Kitten Saw
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What the Kitten Saw. The pitter-patter of mud splattered paws. RP* Kirawill moves in. Written in the leatherbound journal of a Ms. Kirawill Collingwood*. After my long sojourn across the world, I have finally returned home to Caledon. I have seen the pyramids of Egypt, the markets in Marakesh, the ancient temples in Mexico, but no sight is as beautiful as the skyline of Caledon as the steamer approached. How happy I am to be home! IF – By Rudyard Kipling. If you can keep your head when all about you.
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*RP* Kirawill moves in | What the Kitten Saw
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What the Kitten Saw. The pitter-patter of mud splattered paws. RP* Kirawill moves in. Written in the leatherbound journal of a Ms. Kirawill Collingwood*. After my long sojourn across the world, I have finally returned home to Caledon. I have seen the pyramids of Egypt, the markets in Marakesh, the ancient temples in Mexico, but no sight is as beautiful as the skyline of Caledon as the steamer approached. How happy I am to be home! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Your email address will not be published.
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November | 2009 | What the Kitten Saw
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What the Kitten Saw. The pitter-patter of mud splattered paws. It’s not often I toss my pride… But this time I’m going to have to. Also, it looks like we’re going to be losing cable, phone, and internet as well, since that’s one of the bill’s that’s come in and is due, and with the daycare lady needing so much, it’s not likely to be paid. Thank you in advance… also. prayers are very welcome, because this is looking to be a not-so-happy time of year. A Stroll Through Caledon (Eladrienne Laval).
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March | 2009 | What the Kitten Saw
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What the Kitten Saw. The pitter-patter of mud splattered paws. Avast and Ahoy, Space Pirates of the Caledonian. Let me just say this– Caledonians know how to party. And SPACE PIRATE Caledonians know how to party the best! Our RFL mentor, Panza, showed up, along with the 2009 RFL Chair, Fayandria Foley and Teams Chair MamaP Beerbaum. They also brought a new Captain, whose name unfortunately escapes me at the moment, and they all had a great time, which makes me very VERY happy and excited. The Memoirs of ...
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What the Kitten Saw
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What the Kitten Saw. The pitter-patter of mud splattered paws. Somehow Koen always seems to show up when I least expect him to. Just when I think he’s disappeared back into the wilds or gotten himself stuck in some underworld or another, poof! There he is. It’s quite a talent, I have to say. Kira Help me.]. Kira It’s Darien.]. Then who’s in the you with the laser beam eyes? Marcus. In my body. Replacing it piece by piece with his own. I tried to tell Sparky, but she can’t hear me.]. I was quite curious b...
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Oh | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. December 2, 2009 at 2:44 pm ( celebrations. Truth Stranger than Fiction. O Night of blackest blue,. Wreathed in slow-swirling mist,. See how You tempt down the moonlight? Now we might all dance. With mist, moon, and You. O Morn of fallen frost,. Shiverthrill of chill,. See how You beam down the slanting sunlight? Now all is carpeted in glittering diamond,. And we are all rich. January 9, 2010 at 9:24 pm. Lovely set up. Very well done. Who is the Muse?
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The Eternity Tree (and shadow) | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. The Eternity Tree (and shadow). July 28, 2009 at 6:46 pm ( celebrations. ETC Adventures (Doctor. Who? The Banshee is dressed in teal silk and strange looks today; she takes slow, thoughtful steps around the grove, as if considering the implications of every misplaced twig and crushed blade of grass. She is very pale, staying to the shadows of the tall trees. Like a dreamer, the rest of her words do not make a great deal of sense…. I planted her into hersel...
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all posts | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees | the journal of Darkling Elytis, Lady of Caledon
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. December 2, 2009 at 2:44 pm ( celebrations. Truth Stranger than Fiction. O Night of blackest blue,. Wreathed in slow-swirling mist,. See how You tempt down the moonlight? Now we might all dance. With mist, moon, and You. O Morn of fallen frost,. Shiverthrill of chill,. See how You beam down the slanting sunlight? Now all is carpeted in glittering diamond,. And we are all rich. October 31, 2009 at 5:31 am ( celebrations. Truth Stranger than Fiction. Eventua...
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Granted Right of Tardis | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. Granted Right of Tardis. June 25, 2009 at 11:24 am ( ETC Adventures (Doctor. Who? She steps out from behind a tree mismatched to this forest, then startles as she sees you. As the Lady drops her gaze, flushes and fidgets nervously, you realize you have caught her at… something? The sight of an aristocratic banshee stepping away from a tree in the midst of this tangled wood should not be strange, but expected…. Ohhh, I’ve been just so. Wouldya like ta see?
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the Flowers over the Fence | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. The Flowers over the Fence. July 10, 2009 at 1:31 pm ( original poetry/prose. Truth Stranger than Fiction. It rooted in the neighbor’s yard. And grew over the fence into ours. It was so beautiful. So new and questing and vital the vines, so lush. So delicate and trembling the blooms in the sweet summer breeze. Then they did something to it to kill it. Something over there, across the fence. I cannot see, and don’t know them well enough to ask. The Lady Dar...
