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"Ranger lad at ride one fine day,
in dappled light of shadow wood,
by the ancient riverside,
met a lass fair and fine,
her yellow flower caught his eye,
and so by flowed their time.
When she awoke to bloody sight,
for Common cause the boy's life
flowed by the river bide,
dragon rider stood at her side,
there under sheltered boughs and in
yellow flowers time, the lass found
that she had lost her mind."
"Entering my mind?"
-- "I am in every mind which yet possesses the light of reason."
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"Their lands, their vast estates are sunsettled, their skies storm and red clouds, where the earth quakes, and fire erupts from the ground; more ...", he hated the outright lie, "equatorial, but northerly still." 'Closer the galactic core, damnit!'
Six eyes wandered in dread lands of his words' weaving.
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Overseer delighted in the ultraviolet radiance of the grassy steppe, like the silver diamonds sparkle upon all the seas of blue he had ever seen with then human eyes.
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He turned and their wet eyed gaze met. He strode forcefully and she met him in the middle. He lifted her up, and almost threw her to the bed, but first kicked the door shut to the latch. They could not control their longing urge and made love as if their lives depended upon it; it was possible that the door had opened once, but no one had broken their privacy. Now, they lay together, Fog and Frost sheathed across them both in readiness of her use in a last stand.
Seems like my photo fresh out of the shower was not a big hit with you folks; noted.
While I write (fiction in this instance), I tend to listen to #WitchHouse music, and I think the reason is that I don't have to contend with others' lyrics. Today, I briefly switched over to Pandora, and kept looking up lyrics, which then led me to other lyrics, which opened a trove by a particular artist -- songs I'd never heard and then those begged questions which...deep rabbit hole, which meant less writing. So, that's why I listen to #WitchHouse while I write.
My notes are becoming their own files in EditPad, my txteditor of choice, and allows me to quickly search back through earlier portions of the story to confirm facts in dimmer recollection.
I've also had to dig up years old gaming material of mine to get at details which are relevant to this tale; Google Drive saved my lard the other day when I was looking for another language outline, Skiion, I think originally for PCI's Arcanus setting, 2004ish? Found a .psd copy of the only extant portion; missing were the flippers for their sea wolves and cavalry horses, and other ephemera.
My day-job hours are like someone else's hobby-hours; weird.
Rumour has it I've got an internet gaming session this week; we'll see. One of the other player has been ill; hopefully he's feeling better.
Saw a brief history of a 19th century painting, Dante and Virgil; almost approaching Cabanel's Fallen Angel.
