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Post by blazedragonda on Dec 22, 2007 20:57:30 GMT -5
Blaze drifted lazily through the branches of the great tree. She was hoping to bump into another owl. She needed to talk to someone, someone she trusted. That was her teacher most of the time.
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Post by Skein on Dec 23, 2007 12:35:55 GMT -5
(you might want to join the other thread, for there are three charaters in that one)
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