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Grieving for TomBetween theseGrieving for Tom
two green covers there lies a history of the world we wish never to forget. You wished you could but, impossible.
Unsuspecting, these treasures I have yet to behold as I slowly turn
the first “To Mary, with love, Tom”.
As I thumb through the monochromes stories unfolding in death what you would not tell in life. “Things are not good here”.
Smiles resting upon the faces just faces to me friends to you comrades in arms. “No vehicles past this point, Jerry can s
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ParadiseThe hills are a shade of dirty green, lined with fluffy tussock, the blossoms of yellow that infect the countryside are absent here. The gentle slopes fall to the sandy shore beneath, where waves spill their bounty ever so casually. The sea is a sparkling beauty, reflecting the dazzling light shining down from the cloudless blue sky. Seagulls circle above, looking to their watery dish below. One is diving now, a black and white blur, she plucks her prey from beneath the surface and quickly gulps it back. The waves form in the distance, increasing in size as they stampede for shore, only tParadise
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Lady of Ice - PrologueIn all the ages of men, few had dared to climb the treacherous peaks of Brohdinagia. Of those who climbed only one ever made it to the top of the mountain marked on the ancient maps as the highest rise in all of Allendri. He however, had failed to return to tell his story, to revel in the glory that was his due.Lady of Ice - Prologue
Those that dwelt beneath were known as the Ildenvader, Shadow men, for all their land was enveloped by the shadow of Brohdinagia. They were a strange people, it was whispered that they practised the lost arts, a simple glance in your direction and you would perish. T
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A Turn of ThoughtThe kaleidoscope of thought with its infinity of patterns tumbling speck by colourful speck with each glorious turn in the hands of man.A Turn of Thought
From the beginning
to the end, from dark deprivation to an age enlightened, from Plato and Aristotle to you and I till the day man dies.
Solving the mysteries that held us in awe, showing the mundane where wonder once was, yet letting loose paragons of vibrancy all the while.
Too many hands and too many turns in opposite ways would cause the mirrors to shatter, &
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Rise again, rise again - though your heart it be broken and life about to end.
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend,
Be like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again
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Rise again, rise again - though your heart it be broken and life about to end.
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend,
Be like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again
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