Still not much common ground
I rarely touch down here
Sand and lost splendor
Ruins of kingdoms
Power
They gave me jewels
Long ago
Browofcalm
Oct 29, 2006
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About Me
- brow of calm
- I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams.
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