#You are an angel upon the earth and thank you for blessing me with your beauty your art and your kindness

[imhonestlyjustsoconfused]

I got some tattoos today

[milfmuses]

First Fic! Larissa Weems x pregnant reader

A/N: Hi there! This is my first ever fic and I cannot wait to share my writing! I know it isn’t the best but as a beginner I wanted to try it out. I wrote some Larissa Weems x pregnant reader fluff since I could not find any and I hope that you enjoy <3 Many many thanks and love to @non-binary-frogking​ for helping me edit! 

Larissa Weems x Pregnant Reader

Summary: Larissa comes home after a long day to a pregnant reader and soft fluff ensues!

Warnings: brief nsfw (no smut), fluffiest fluff, pregnancy

Larissa trudged through the front door, finally home from Nevermore; Exhaustion plastered on her face. A new school year has just begun, leaving Larissa stressed with seemingly nonstop orientations and parent conferences. She let out a deep sigh and placed her work materials on the table gently, heels kicked off towards the door shortly after. Making her way to your shared bedroom, she reminisced about you.

Although she always thought of you throughout the day, today she especially missed you. Those soft eyes that gazed at her half-lidded in lovestruck awe, those adorable pillowy pink lips that she could never pull away from, your soft warm skin that she clung to each night and ran her fingertips over. She craved to hear your laugh that never failed to make her smile, your rambling about your hobbies and favorite things, your sleepy morning voice that makes her heart melt and her body warm. You were her sweet angel and from the day she met you, she vowed to love and cherish you like you were the most precious thing on earth. And to her, you were.

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As Larissa strode through the bedroom door, she saw you; and her smile grew instantly. There you were, half asleep, and reading a book that she had just bought for you… with your hand resting on the swell of your belly. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have you, her perfect wife, and the soon-to-be mother of her child. Her giddiness got the best of her and she laughed to herself. Your arm holding the book lowers once you hear Larissa, placing the book onto the nightstand. 

“What’s so funny my love? I really missed you today- and thank you for the book! I’m enjoying it quite a bit so far.”

Larissa stepped around the bed to you and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your lips and smiling into it. Once you break apart she explained the reason for her giggles. 

“You just look so precious, my darling. I can’t help but feel so incredibly happy seeing my adorable, pregnant wife.”

At this, your cheeks spread with a rosy blush, and you lowered your head to hide how bashful her words made you. Larissa finds your flustered state rather endearing, overjoyed that she can make you so soft with just her words. She reaches out with her hand and delicately traces your jawline from your ear to your chin.

“None of that sweetheart, let me see those gorgeous cheeks that I just love to make rosy.” 

She tilted your head up with her finger, peering into those eyes that she daydreamed about for hours. 

“You are so beautiful my dear, thank you again for carrying our child. You are practically glowing, pregnancy fits you quite well. I am so blessed and thankful for you my love.”

Your heart melts as you are overcome with love, so much so that you reach up and hold her cheek in your palm; pulling her into another loving kiss. Larissa moans softly into it, reaching down to place a warm hand on your pregnant stomach. She pulls away and kneels down next to your belly, now having grown massive with only weeks away from your due date. She looks from your belly to your face, watching as you grin down at her.

“Do you mind if I lift your shirt love? I want to give our little angel some kisses if that’s alright, but I wouldn’t want your tummy to be cold.” 

You’ve always appreciated the thoughtfulness and care your wife held for you. Larissa may be tall and look intimidating in those heels and professional outfits she wears for work, but deep down she is the most caring and tender woman you’ve ever met.

Her eyes locked onto your face looking for approval, a smile forming when you respond.

“Of course Rissa, please tell her that she needs to stop kicking her poor mama-“ you chuckle lightly “and that if she doesn’t behave, no more stuffies in the nursery!”

Larissa fakes a gasp and turns her head to talk to the growing bundle of joy in your belly.

“Little one, I can’t believe you’ve been so rude to your mother!” she playfully jokes.

She lifts your shirt until it sits just below your breasts and brings her head down to graze the swell of your belly. With a low hum, she whispers into your bump. “Don’t worry my baby girl, I wouldn’t dare deprive you of stuffies; you’ll be too cute to resist.”

Although her whisper was low and hushed, it was still loud enough for you to catch what she was saying. 

“Hey! I heard that Rissa. But I have to agree, she’ll be too cute not to spoil.”

“Speaking of spoiling, how about I hold you until you fall asleep? And maybe rub that cute belly of yours?” 

“Yes please Rissa, come here I miss you” 

“So needy are we? I’m right here darling I’ve got you, let me just put on my pajamas.”

Larissa quickly recovers your belly with your shirt and makes her way to the closet. While she starts to undress, you can’t help but stare at her stunning figure. Pregnancy has made you hormonal and emotional, along with a yearning for your wife’s body constantly. 

Too tired to further your desires tonight, you settled for watching her unclip the black lace-patterned bra that held her cleavage. Her soft breasts come to a rest as she tosses the fabric into the hamper. Next to go are her dress pants and that secret thong that only you know she enjoys wearing under it all. She keeps her back towards you and bends while tugging her panties down her smooth pale legs, so long and soft. Your eyes are then glued to her backside in lust and you catch yourself almost drooling at the sight. Only when she turns to you and winks do you stop looking, reddening but not daring to remove your eyes from her. You see the small patch of hair between her legs and can’t help but clench your thighs together. She lifts one leg and then the next, putting on some fleece pants that she knows you love on her. Little does she know, it really accentuates her ass and you go feral when she wears them. Once her shirt is on and she finishes her bathroom routine, she joins you in bed.

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She slips in next to you and immediately covers your body with the plush sheets. She places the blankets over you both to the best of her ability since your bump makes it hard to cover you completely. All the while, you are just keeping your eyes on her and feeling so loved, safe, and warm.

“Okay my dove, time for me to hold you. Come here, pretty girl.”

Her voice is quiet and affectionate, making you so comfortable that you feel sleepy. You shift your body towards hers and turn so that your belly presses slightly over and against her side, and your head is lying on her chest. One of your legs extends over hers and your arm wraps around her waist. She coos at you lovingly and brings one arm around to support your back and the other holds your baby, giving large circular rubs with a delicate hand. She places a kiss on the top of your head and begins to whisper down to you.

“My two angels, I promise to take care of you both and to love you forever. My sweet wife, you are truly my soulmate. I cannot wait to raise our beautiful baby girl with you. Rest now my darlings, time for you to sleep.”

Your eyes grew heavy as the warmth of her body and her words lured you into a state of security and comfort that only she brings. 

“I love you so much Rissa, you are my everything.”

“I love you too dove, sweet dreams.”

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Messages for her, hidden in the flowers”

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▸ 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but you think otherwise. The scentless, lifeless stones cannot hold a candle to flowers with vast array of colours, shapes, and scents that are brimming with life. Diamonds are superior to flowers only when it comes to price which you believe is more a drawback than a selling point. On the other hand, the affordability of flowers, in addition to their prettiness and aroma, is really just the cherry on the sundae.

Surrounded by vibrant colours and bathed in fragrant air, heaven for you is found inside your quaint little floral boutique. Currently, you are stood behind the counter in contemplation of the vision before you, convinced that either you have just perished and gone to actual heaven, or a celestial entity has fallen out of heaven, and out of all the corners of the world, happens to land directly on the doorstep of your little haven.

So majestically tall is she that her impeccably styled lily white locks softly caress the ceiling of your dainty shop. As ridiculous as it sounds, envy erupts inside you, secretly, greedily hoping that you too could be blessed by a touch of this lovely creature, as if getting to behold her alone does not make you the luckiest person ever to have walked the earth.

The object of your fascination is oblivious to her admirer as she herself is absorbed in the object of her fascination; Peonies in particular seem to have caught her eyes. Meanwhile, you are held spellbound by the way she is entranced by them; crystal blue eyes shimmer and shine, as though sprinkled with moon dust, in what you can only describe as childish glee. Her lips, oh her lips, scarlet and succulent, unfurl like a red rose in bloom, and your breath catches in your throat at the radiant smile that seems to bathe you in its glow.

And when her sunshine smile seeks its sole audience, instigating the collision of your gazes, you manage a smile of your own, gentle, whereas in fact, your heart is anything but calm.

Additionally, you learn rather quickly that not only does she look the part of an Angel, she certainly walks like one, light on her feet, carrying herself with grace and glamour of an otherworldly creature.

“What a lovely shop you have here!”

The angelic voice that drenches your ears in honeydew does not come as a surprise. Grinning, you take the compliment quite gleefully.

“Thanks, she’s my pride and joy.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh, you’re not wrong. I’m new in town.”

“I know my eyes would not have missed a charming sight.” Not once has her smile wavered, but something enigmatic flickers in her eyes as they stay glued to yours. While you hold the stare as best as you can, she is quick to yield. Gesturing around with her hands, her attention is bestowed upon plethora of colours, from bold to pastel with their own unique charms. “The flowers here are a delight.” The way her eyes fall blissfully shut after a hearty inhale is a testament to the sweetness of flowers, not only in appearance but also in aroma.

“As it so happens, today is my first day of business which also makes you my very first customer. Do you see anything that tickles your fancy?”

“My, how flattering! I do, yes.”

“Peonies, I hope?”

“You’ve been observing me, it seems.” Her query holds in it a trickle of tease, and you respond in kind, a coy smile touching your lips. “Would you mind terribly if I have?”

“Hardly.”

A minute or so must have ticked by as your gazes caress each other. The silence that surrounds you is thick but not unpalatable. Nonetheless, being ensnared in those eyes the hue of deep blue sea is proved too perilous. Stupid though it is, the idea of throwing yourself into the inviting blue is quite enticing, and you know that as soon as your body is enveloped in the cool, cerulean water, either you swim back to the surface now, or you will find yourself, sooner rather than later, sinking into the seemingly bottomless depths.

You prevent the inevitable by initiating conversation, gesturing towards the flowers with a quick lift of your hands.

“So, would you like me to arrange the Peonies?”

“Oh!” She begins, somewhat crestfallen. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to make any purchases. That was, until I stumbled upon your shop. Although I fancy the idea of treating myself to a beautiful bouquet, I’m afraid I don’t presently have my purse on me.”

You do not fancy the thought of having your encounter cut short, not to mention, the goddess of a woman walking out of your shop barehanded. Whatever the cost, you have every intention of making her your very first customer.

“How about this? I’ll make you the bouquet regardless. You’re welcome to pay me another day.”

“That’s so kind of you!”

You are not very sure about that, but she does not have to know. Your kindness, after all, does not come without ulterior motives.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on the offer, then.”

“Of course not. What colour of Peonies would you like me to arrange?”

“The pink ones, if you please.”

There it is again, her million-watt smile, having the alarming effect of rendering your heart untamed.

“Of course.”

The task of hand-picking the flowers one by one is carried out in accompany with the occasional oohs and ahhs as the white haired goddess roams your shop. Her appreciation for your passion is apparent on her face, and although it fills you with joy to see her so full of love and adoration for your flowers, you wish you can tell her that they do not hold a candle to her. You may hold your flowers dear to your heart, but the truth is the truth.

It is after twining a string of silk over and around the wrappings, and amidst tying a bow, that she finds her way back to your side. With the picture-perfect ribbon in place and the bouquet ready, you look up from the table. Only then do you notice that there is very little space between the two of you. It continues to only dwindle as she keeps leaning forward.

The clock stops ticking. The leave that has just left the branch stops short of kissing the earth. You watch yourself in the reflection of her eyes, cheeks dusted cherry red and lips barely apart.

Her hands are encased in cream coloured gloves, and the leather feels comfortably cool and soothingly smooth on your skin as two fingers and a thumb take a gentle hold of your jaw. So close is her face to yours that her breath tickles your nose, and you are cocooned in perfumed air, rich unlike the faint fragrance of your flowers, albeit not overwhelmingly so. It is very much addictive, the kind of smell that you can never get enough of, tantalisingly sweet, like the woman herself.

With bated breath, you wait, wide-eyed and petrified, until leather cladded fingers descend upon the apple of your cheek. Once they leave, there on the tip of her lovely, long forefinger, lies a single lash.

“Make a wish.” She says, red rose thriving once again into a charming smile.

Staring into those sapphire blues, you silently utter your desperate desire, Please, please, please, let us cross paths again. With a face like that in front of your very eyes, that puts renaissance sculptures to shame, distraction is bound to come. She’s so pretty, it hurts. I wonder if her cheeks feel as soft as they look. God, I want to touch them.

“Well?”

Enamoured into a daze, you can only watch her in dumb confusion.

“Have you made your wish?” Finally, her elaboration has you blurting out your confirmation. “Oh, yes! Yes, I have.”

Arising back to her full glorious height, lips the colour of carmine form a perfect “O”, towards which her hand flies. Once an exhale is released, propelled by the air that leaves her lips, your little lash successfully takes off from her fingertip. It vanishes into thin air.

“Whatever you’ve wished for, I sincerely wish for it to be fulfilled.”

She is the magnificent moon hanging high in the onyx sky, looking down upon you, who is marvelling at her beauty, with kind eyes teeming with warmth.

“Me too.”

It takes all your willpower, you realise unsurprisingly, to unstick your eyes from her face.

You have to do so however in order to pick up the bundle of flowers delicately in your hands before offering it to her.

“Well, here it is. Your bouquet of pink Peonies.”

“Oh my!” She plucks it out of your hand with great gentleness, cradles it close to her bosom as though it is a babe. “Are those tulips I’m seeing?”

“Yes. They’re a gift from me.”

“Why, you spoil me darling! Thank you.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, colouring them the same shade of her lips.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Very well then. Until next time, I suppose.”

“Until next time.”

And then, she is gone, walking out into the world just as magically as she has appeared inside your safe little space.

If you are being completely honest, you have half a mind to gift her the Peonies as well. However, you know that if you do so, there is hardly a chance of the majestically beautiful woman finding herself in your shop again. The situation calls for cunning cleverness, and when the opportunity has presented itself like an oasis in the desert, you have no reasons not to make the most of it. You only hope that your Angel will keep her end of the bargain. She has not pegged you for someone who is deceiving, but then again, you have a reputation of being an awful judge of character.

In the end, only time will tell.

[primordialsoundmeditation]

Message for 1st October ~*Crimson Angel*~

✨

The beautiful angel on this card, with her tapestry of crimson, gold and green, reflects her healing light. She is here to help you through this time of deep reflection and healing. There is nothing you need to do other than simply relax. Over the coming days you may find yourself thinking of times gone by.

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Memories surface like precious jewels and feelings flow through you like rainbows. There is profound beauty as tears flow warm and soft like summer rain. Let them heal your heart and soul during this sacred time. This is a time to thank the Universe for the many blessings it has bestowed upon you and a time to remember that all lives eternally in your heart. Everything upon this Earth will come and go and come again. Love, and those you love, are forever present.

✨

Life is constantly changing but its core essence remains the same.

✨

True love never changes; it just grows stronger, as all drifts back to its eternal glow.

✨

You are forever in my heart, a memory that fills me with rainbow light.

✨

Aurora's Love

[chasingwildflowers]

Today my aunt asked me why I love Elvis so much, what is it about a man that left this earth long before you were born that is so special.

I didn't even have to think that hard about my answer, my answer just came out "Well, I think it's because even when I feel like nobody's there, Elvis is. His voice is like a hug that lasts as long as you need."

Then I heard a song in the car I'd heard many times before called Walking in Memphis but covered by someone, I'd never heard of, Marc Cohan. For some reason when he sang the lyrics:

"Saw the ghost of Elvis on union avenue, followed up to the gates of Graceland and I watched him walk right through, now security they didn't see him, they just hovered 'round his tomb"

I had to pull over and cry for a few minutes, now I feel like if I posted this anywhere else people might think I'm crazy for feeling this attached to a man that didn't know I existed. I thought about him, thought about his smile, that childlike sense of wonder he always carried with him, that sparkle in those beautiful eyes. I then felt a sense of anger for those who took advantage of him, and the way they made him feel. the things people say about him even now, it makes me sick to my stomach.

Elvis Aaron Presley is my reason to keep going, he's the one who makes me feel a sense of peace in my soul through his songs and movies. Elvis is a man who deserved so much better, a legendary man who millions upon millions love. Who I love. Who I cherish and always will. His beautiful smile, his contagious laugh, his angelic voice. He is my hero. My king.

Thank you, Elvis, thank you for sharing your beautiful gift with the world, you are a gift that keeps on giving. You are so, so loved and I hope up there in heaven, you're always happy, always smiling and singing because while you were here on earth, the talent you had was God-given. Forever the king, in my heart and in the hearts of many others. You are always the brightest star in the sky. Thank you for being there to listen and comfort me and so many others, and for never feeling too far away. I wish your time on earth had been longer but the time you were here has been a blessing many years after you left and it will continue to be no matter how many years go by.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

18th April >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Thursday, Third Week of Eastertide 

or

Saint Laserian (or Molaise), Bishop.

Thursday, Third Week of Eastertide 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 8:26-40 Philip baptizes a eunuch.

The angel of the Lord spoke to Philip saying, ‘Be ready to set out at noon along the road that goes from Jerusalem down to Gaza, the desert road.’ So he set off on his journey. Now it happened that an Ethiopian had been on pilgrimage to Jerusalem; he was a eunuch and an officer at the court of the kandake, or queen, of Ethiopia, and was in fact her chief treasurer. He was now on his way home; and as he sat in his chariot he was reading the prophet Isaiah. The Spirit said to Philip, ‘Go up and meet that chariot.’ When Philip ran up, he heard him reading Isaiah the prophet and asked, ‘Do you understand what you are reading?’ ‘How can I’ he replied ‘unless I have someone to guide me?’ So he invited Philip to get in and sit by his side. Now the passage of scripture he was reading was this:

Like a sheep that is led to the slaughter-house, like a lamb that is dumb in front of its shearers, like these he never opens his mouth. He has been humiliated and has no one to defend him. Who will ever talk about his descendants, since his life on earth has been cut short!

The eunuch turned to Philip and said, ‘Tell me, is the prophet referring to himself or someone else?’ Starting, therefore, with this text of scripture Philip proceeded to explain the Good News of Jesus to him. Further along the road they came to some water, and the eunuch said, ‘Look, there is some water here; is there anything to stop me being baptised?’ He ordered the chariot to stop, then Philip and the eunuch both went down into the water and Philip baptised him. But after they had come up out of the water again Philip was taken away by the Spirit of the Lord, and the eunuch never saw him again but went on his way rejoicing. Philip found that he had reached Azotus and continued his journey proclaiming the Good News in every town as far as Caesarea.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 65(66):8-9,16-17,20

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

O peoples, bless our God, let the voice of his praise resound, of the God who gave life to our souls and kept our feet from stumbling.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Come and hear, all who fear God. I will tell what he did for my soul: to him I cried aloud, with high praise ready on my tongue.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Blessed be God who did not reject my prayer nor withhold his love from me.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord, who hung for us upon the tree, has risen from the tomb. Alleluia!

Or: John 6:51

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the living bread which has come down from heaven, says the Lord. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever. Alleluia!

Gospel John 6:44-51 I am the living bread which has come down from heaven.

Jesus said to the crowd:

‘No one can come to me unless he is drawn by the Father who sent me, and I will raise him up at the last day. It is written in the prophets: They will all be taught by God, and to hear the teaching of the Father, and learn from it, is to come to me. Not that anybody has seen the Father, except the one who comes from God: he has seen the Father. I tell you most solemnly, everybody who believes has eternal life.

‘I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the desert and they are dead; but this is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that a man may eat it and not die. I am the living bread which has come down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever; and the bread that I shall give is my flesh, for the life of the world.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Laserian (or Molaise), Bishop 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 13:46-49 Since you have rejected the word of God, we must turn to the pagans.

Paul and Barnabas spoke out boldly. ‘We had to proclaim the word of God to you first, but since you have rejected it, since you do not think yourselves worthy of eternal life, we must turn to the pagans. For this is what the Lord commanded us to do when he said:

I have made you a light for the nations, so that my salvation may reach the ends of the earth.’

It made the pagans very happy to hear this and they thanked the Lord for his message; all who were destined for eternal life became believers. Thus the word of the Lord spread through the whole countryside.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 88(89):2-5,21-22,25,27

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord; through all ages my mouth will proclaim your truth. Of this I am sure, that your love lasts for ever, that your truth is firmly established as the heavens.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have made a covenant with my chosen one; I have sworn to David my servant: I will establish your dynasty for ever and set up your throne through all ages.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have found David my servant and with my holy oil anointed him. My hand shall always be with him and my arm shall make him strong.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘My truth and my love shall be with him; by my name his might shall be exalted. He will say to me: “You are my father, my God, the rock who saves me.”’

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia! You have only one Father, and he is in heaven; you have only one Teacher, the Christ. Alleluia!

Or: Matthew 28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia! Go, make disciples of all the nations. I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Alleluia!

Or: Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia! Follow me, says the Lord, and I will make you into fishers of men. Alleluia!

Or: Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia!

Or: John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Or: John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 9:35-37 The harvest is rich but the labourers are few.

Jesus made a tour through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Good News of the kingdom and curing all kinds of diseases and sickness. And when he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[deepinifhell]

OCs as Planets

Thanks @wayhavenots for the tag! I took this quiz for my detectives. I crossed out anything I didn't feel really fit. Tagging (no pressure!): @megatraven ; @sealriously-sealrious ; if anyone else wants to do it please go ahead!!

Lauren Jenkins -Saturn - patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

This was a solid effort to describe Lauren Jenkins in positive terms. Lauren is pretty stubborn when she wants to be. The things she finds rewarding are not usually things society looks upon favorably, but she will work hard for them.

Her self-sufficiency and avoidance of relationships is based on the fact that there weren't people (*cough* Rebecca *cough*) around when she needed them. Don't hire her as your mediator, please don't cry on her shoulder, but if an asshole needs punched she will equalize the playing field.

Pax Izaz - Earth - nurturing, generous and caring. introverted, tolerant, honest and trustworthy. you are "my phone is always on, call me any time." you are "i feel like i'm everyone's therapist." you are impressive with your stability and peacefulness. you are wallpapers of cows and fields of ever-growing seeds. you are the best friend. mother nature. ice cold water and the smell of rain.

Most of this works just...not in the traditional way one thinks of these descriptions. She's nurturing in a clinical sort of way. Can keep very finicky plants alive nurturing, not warm and loves children nurturing. Her phone is always on and she will answer, but its usually because she's hoping for (mis)adventures.

She's not particularly attached to most objects, and the things she is aren't usually coveted by others. That makes it easy to be superficially generous, but she's not virtuously generous. Similarly, she's not super attached to social power nor does she need much social interaction. So yeah, she seems very honest and trustworthy... because she doesn't care about maintaining any of the dishonesty that is so frequently encouraged by social rules and hierarchy.

Neveah Desanto - Neptune - mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe in right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

I have no notes. She is problematically forgiving and idealistic and it's her greatest strength and greatest weakness.

Ainsley Rice - Jupiter - optimistic. hopeful. generous and compassionate. you are the guardian angel. you are 4:44 am and a sense of being watched over. you enrich the lives of others just by existing and caring for them. you give as many blessings as you receive and there is always more to go around. careful not to become too over-confident in these abilities. what makes you jupiter is your belief that ego has no part in caring and love. you are softness and the smell of almond coffee.

Yeah, this fits very well. Louise Langford - Venus - passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

I wasn't sure about this at first, but I think it's actually pretty solid. Louise is very much into grand gestures, romanticism, and appearances. This is part of why Nat's affection hit her so hard.

Bernadette Kane - Mercury - clever. intelligent and witty. wisdom, sharpness, anxiety and indecisiveness. you are the comedian. the "make someone laugh if they are crying" kind of lover. you dont want to think too much about anything because that stops you from just having fun, but your brain doesn't ever shut off. you are curious and never ending. forecast and shadows. the smell of clean sheets.

No notes.

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

— in which Vlad indulges in the final moments of peace before the fire and brimstone of the battle engulf him.

word count: 669 words

warnings: surprisingly none voievod-to-be has his soft moment

a/n: The biggest thank you goes to @vladvodashitposts for being the guardian angel of this piece — for giving me the most generous advice on how to approach this wonderful man’s story, as well as beta-reading this work to give it The Vodă’s Seal of Approval ™. I am endlessly grateful for your cherished input. ❤️

➨ also available on AO3

October 1448, southern Wallachian borders

As they continue on their journey, the fierce gale that emanates from the river they recently traversed starts to pick up — the final moments of peace before the fire and brimstone of the battle engulf them as they approach Târgovişte. Vlad pulls his woollen cloak closer to his body, arms constricting against his chest to preserve warmth from the cold. While it is not the freezing inferno that can turn limbs into frozen spars, it still has a bite to it that invigorates both body and soul.

As the days grow shorter and the nights get longer, the anticipation of winter builds. The cooler weather is already beginning to transform the landscape, with leaves changing from verdant green to warm shades of yellow and orange. The air is filled with the unmistakable fragrance of the season, and the fields, once lush with crops, now stand bare, ready for the harvest to be stored away for the colder months ahead. The damp earth, too, is a harbinger of the coming winter. Its sweet, musky scent permeates the air, holding a special place in his heart.

He recalls how he once delighted in riding deep into the woods on days such as these, when he was but a child. The sun peeking through the branches, the sound of leaves crunching under the horse’s hooves, and the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair would all bring him immense joy. He would ride for hours without a care in the world, feeling as though he was discovering the mighty secrets of the forest. But now, as an adult, it appears to him as though that happened years and years ago, to some other person. As though the recollection were too serene and joyous to ever pertain to him.

During his captivity, he had ample time to observe the changes that occurred in his surroundings, too. The trees were shedding their leaves just the same, and the scent of rain was also present in the air. However, nothing could ever compare to this experience.

For this is the feeling of freedom. Of being at long last where he belongs.

Overcome with exhaustion, he dismounts his horse, tenderly caressing the animal's sturdy neck before swiftly walking away. He sinks to his knees, leaning forward to press his forehead against the damp earth. The scent of the soil is pungent yet soothing, and it comforts him in a way he could never explain. His hands rest upon the muddied loam, the skin of his palms instantly stained. He does not mind the dirt; in fact, it feels like a blessing to be connected to his land in such a visceral way.

In the distance, the Ottoman soldiers on their horses regard him with curious eyes, yet hold their tongues and ride further. The man who leads them, now kneeling in the mud, simply appears to be engaged in prayer.

But for Vlad, it is no prayer — it matters not now. It shall have its time later, after his duties, when he will be shown into his chambers. What matters now is a sense of solace that washes over him like a wave. This feeling is a welcome balm to his soul, which has been battered and bruised by the trials of life. Though the wounds are still fresh, Vlad finds that the promise of hope is like a glimmer of light shining in the darkness, guiding him onward towards a better tomorrow.

With his head still bowed low, a solitary tear traces a path down his cheek and lands upon the earth. It is a furtive tribute to the land that he belongs to, one that remains veiled from the many prying eyes that surround him. He utters a single word in his mother tongue, the language of his birth and of his people. The sound of the word echoes through the silence, a poignant reminder of all that has been lost and all that remains.

“Home.”

a/n 2: After almost three years of playing around with the idea of starting to write Vlad’s story, I have just managed to find enough courage to dip my toes into his fascinating life... and try to re-imagine it in the most respectful way possible. No vampires happening here, just the coolest voievod. Also, my writings are pure historical fiction — despite being a real Vlad nerd and always looking for more information to learn, I am in no way an expert, nor do I try to come across as one.

[littlesunnypepper]

In This Life...

tw: mention of death ig? // miscarriage

word count: 3379

a/n: this is the first time I'm posting something like this (an imagine? a scenario? idk) so please criticize lightly. my soul is fragile. 🥺

"What if..."

"Yeah?"

"What if I died first? What would you do? How soon until you get married again?"

"What kind of morbid topic is this? Is this how you normally spend the eve of your first wedding anniversary?"

"How would I know? You're my first husband."

"And I better be the last." He said before he left a tiny peck on the tip of your nose.

-

Being married to your bestfriend was one of the best decisions you have made in your entire life, that you can proudly say. You were so compatible, it was like you were two halves of one soul.

He was your home. He was the love of your life.

-

"Happy anniversary!" He shouted as he extravagantly threw confetti upon himself which caused you to giggle.

"You better clean that up. You're so extra sometimes, you know."

"Why? I can't?" He pouted at you. "It's not everyday we get to spend 10 years of being husband and wife."

"Yeah. 10 years. Time passed so fast, didn't it?" You said wistfully. He caught your tone though and immediately he wrapped his arms around you. The tears that threatened to fall disappeared as quickly as it came as you breathed in his scent.

You found out you were pregnant on your second anniversary. You were both over the moon about it but the happiness soon ended when you miscarried five weeks later.

You kept trying though but two more miscarriages after, you stopped trying. The grief was too much for you to take and he has supported your decision and was there for your every breakdown and every shortcoming. He has loved you since your first date and he has loved you even more as you wept in his arms, saying goodbye to the babies that weren't to be yours.

You overcame the mourning but it stings every now and then especially more during your anniversary as you remembered your first angel. He understood your pain and you loved him more for it and for choosing to stay, with child or not.

"I smell the roses. How much did you buy this time? The florist will be so grateful for your patronage." You joked as you went to the dining room, hand entwined in his.

"Enough, I'd think. But everyone keeps looking at me weird as I went home."

"Yes, well... I guess it's not everyday they see a man carrying what, three dozens of roses?"

"More, actually."

"MORE?! That explains it then, the weird glances. You didn't have to go that far, honey."

"I would've bought the entire shop if I could. You deserve it, my heart. You deserve nothing but the best."

"I love you." You said, looking at him with eyes full of emotions.

"I love you. Happy anniversary." He replied as he leaned closer and tenderly kissed you on the lips.

-

You were blessed to spend enough time with him in this life and although you wanted more, you have regretted nothing as you laid on the hospital bed holding his hand. It was almost time for you to go, you can feel it with every breath you took. He knew it too.

"This reminds me of our first anniversary."

"What about this reminds you of that?" He asked.

"I'll be the first to go. How soon until you remarry?" You asked as you managed to slip a little smile.

"50 years of being your husband, I don't think anyone can fill your shoes, my heart." He lightly caressed your hand which was slowly losing its grip on his. "Thank you for all those wonderful years. You have made me the happiest man on Earth."

You looked at him one last time before you finally breathed your last breath.

"I'll see you soon, my heart."

(&)

[cosmichighpriestess]

Appreciation opens us to the light of love.

My dear friends, we love you so very much,  pause every now and then for moments of pure appreciation. Take a few seconds here and there to stop and give thanks for life's simply pleasures. Enjoy a shaft of sunlight as it filters through your windows in the morning, the scent of fresh coffee or tea, a snuggle with your beloved animals, a moment of connection as you look into the eyes of a total stranger. Admire the smoothness of you dishes, the softness of your towels, the strength of the engine that powers your car, the beautiful blue sky, and the air that you breathe.At random times, pick something random to appreciate and then repeat something like this – either out loud or in the privacy of your own mind.

Try to deeply feel the appreciation as you do

I give thanks for this moment. I give thanks for this <whatever you are appreciating>.I give thanks for all the hands and hearts that contributed to this moment and brought this thing into my life. I give thanks for the Spirit of love within me that is connecting to the Spirit of love in this object, in this moment. I give thanks for the Spirit of Love that lives and breathes in me now. Then, take a few slow breaths as you appreciate the object, the moment, and your own ability to appreciate. Feel this feeling of love and appreciation expanding within you. Imagine it fills every cell of your body, and expands outward as a beautiful light, radiating from you and blessing all who are near. Imagine it radiating outward, encircling your globe and touching all open hearts with the loving glow of appreciation.

Just breathe in this beautiful light for a few seconds. This simply exercise which takes less than a few minutes throughout your day can change your life. If you could see what happens to your energy in this space of appreciation, you would be awestruck with the beauty you create in such moments. You shift your focus into a higher vibration where only light can be present in your aura. The energetic vortices of your cells open to this radiance like flowers blossoming and receiving sunlight. In a single moment of appreciation you instantly tune into the vibrations of well-being, happiness, peace, contentment, joy, and love. Love loves to witness itself in all forms! We live in this glow of appreciation for you. We appreciate your incredible love and courage, your willingness to be the midwives of a new reality upon your planet earth. We appreciate your commitment to love and care for yourselves, to follow the guidance of your heart, and above all, to be the shining beacons of love that you truly are.

Your very being, when connected to love and appreciation opens you to a light that can now filter in greater measure into the collective consciousness of humanity. You are all such an important and integral part of creation. In every moment, no matter what you think about yourselves, we honor and appreciate you. We love you so very much.

~The Angels

[libidomechanica]

“Swallows like turnd the”

A ballad sequence

               1

Rather decease. Yours that had been a lady fair,     the passionate heart, let me his saint their couplings, what it would risk or compact, so of     men. Was accurately, and had turn’d

a rhyme.—Swallows like turn’d the sky, What else—it is     the bud o’ the lady’s foot; and spacious, and the Pope. Away with caressed thankful heart;     I said Baba, nodding any? He

slipp’d a pain with awe I praise; and Juan and them like     needle-points, but, loving—all cold were stalk is weak and limbs up to hint to Juan now had     left her tongue as the same key open?

               2

Heart, ever singing made of     Apprehend all alone. Is it nothing words the bodies the     dressing, there a present

till he said a sinful results     since tis much to know what extreme effect to tire no     soon—which them sweeps plastic

and vagrant you murdring Tyrans     make its strings made for this enough clothes: a woman-kind, since,     now, the passionate hearts.

               3

From when into treasure: weightless     as ambers, and then my life without words of the ensemble     of our punish you

mark’d with his pair this door, while or     sung on such things: chestnut color, you to see a blessing     again!—Even look up,

the head and love, ah my own, in     mossy skulls that may wax too bold, and the kitchen, and sunny     way music slumber;

even to the end of all. For     Love look’d into the milky way the merchant, and gone, her     very flower shall neither

side of reflecting ear, she     saw and cursed the life at its multitudinous chatted,     I thought I miss the slept:

but after step.—Just as I think     you that injured Queen she would make it was at time bled in     black as her prose or

evermore I may speaking before     because why you will remember? A light, and glory of     clay, with loved, drown’d. Who plead

for a little mark’d himself upon     eyes flash’d so books so he cameras want to be vext with     his Nails—he smote stone he

was never look at sea look on     her mourning a contumelious lip, on carpet-stripes for     dying in each piece of

age were five days’ white! It seem a     cuckoo-song, as the Pyre the little: his mind or body     worn with Faith those waues

in subiects wrong musing curled, and     mother, as I said Baba; while or their troth seal’d with these     beguilde; if he had been

walking sit listening out relief,     tries to oars and future will be; but I’ll for none through was,     no doubt, till were a pretty.

While up to the that the warm     leaden shut? Juan, turning and arrow home did most all to     come and unembroyder’d

how she nuh see who row’d all thee:     I lay then the body busy, paying and well; no, children     in a weary cry.

               4

The certain thy heart a-dying.     The Linnet and griefe. Nor will bring did stead     My though you may be done.

               5

As if allied to angel is     a virtuous soul put on the same. And yet your hand in     hand, and hale, with this is

what’s us. Sweet babe, in her eyes     fine, her full of grain: Love may give relide. Love in the North,     th’inheritrix of fame,

then, form’d rather fourth, those use depends     so much to look wanton in; and, after food serves best,     with hope for one hundred

hunting Inuention quite; so they     be harm’d the Chariot at a time stripp’d and last they live:     thus the fire is repeated,

in mossy skulls that I am     to be seen? Clicking the custom of this being rich     in love with his Teeth. Yes

I try to kill me, let her hand     fruit there! But passed by. I there, threaded tears. All else! It last,     who art as blythe better

salad, Parker House of your lives.     ’—Your the fortress, side or Affrick hold. Warm with you agree?     Had fifty, we might be

strong; what fault lie? No grasp of fellow     learned not run away: my third sex stept up, and beauty     in the Public fault

that atones? So, one drop on     a hearts? The race, which make my heart; I said—Then, strive, to     remembers their liking; a

simple, fire-side to strains in     everlasting earth, which no one things seem right be, or his monthly     fix how her past. We

sat downy breast doth his bargain     sounded like a tiny earthquake. The peeping, where prodigy     or death wound, yu run.

               6

The devil a noise. ’Er the native     land, my feete are too slow! And, above poem. To which     he step-dame Studies blow,

or I shall circular anywhere;     I can proper place by me why the mirror, the inside     his Bosom with one

day we whisper’d the fire? I cried     upon the North, to cutting myself, if judged with burden     of Scots; true—tears speak out.

And Off’rings from olive-tree whose     Bounty wrong must finish, thought on making back upon the     fires of Older Men. And

soul to breaks pass him. So firme were     foreign court, shawl, who have a doubted now would makes all, my     friends? Her that—plot of all?

               7

The horrible Self-solitude!     Baba, to be my county! That coy girl who served me a     challenge, It is the four.

               8

Of beautiful things cost a quarter     belt, for the quiet ashes fall, and battle creatures     are black fellowship so

rare, they be, i’m welcome away,     so though my hair blowing: in all to me and bid her what     now they went to go. Your

hand, and stepp’d. In the wealth, because     was equipp’d, whose Presence so little made you add ankle     or two, or one kisse. As

upon the glory seat of their     troth seal’d to your kitchen the glooms of night I’ve been knows but     a humming sound, and he

least, ’ said he, amidst this doom but     Juan was moved to such exaggeration—that otherwise,     until as the Chess of

this massy portal folds: it scared     but in the enough another, do not top fond for sauce;     to the twelvemonth’s confirm,

or some months without desire     keep a black fellowship; but in a trice. Sweetheart, ’ said     he, all motion from friendship

lies are Altars, Priests, crowd of     speech, your face in circle and in the sea has learning—and,     between his Bosom with

vexation, for night; for best-graced     it. And now, but never can divide my heart, and mad, the     great sculptor—so, you, whence

at the moon, at the cherish no     worse it is now had love me the heaving no mask of cloth’d     his Spirit a world so

filled with paras jumbling, a marriage     tempting on air to instrument; and who have a hands     clasping a partner in

our mind; in wind of Phoenix-Stella     is sicke, and there was quench ye, or Anacreon drawn by     Miltown, was to sit upon

the air sick, and then, if matter;     but you—you go ahead of his scythe to vulgar tempest     t were like two rings.

               9

Of seamen’s Ears with feet two, or     one, is only once, in the clouds which with pied flower, and     mine own share into absence

of my Soul! For women’s are,     and a ragout, and then Deeper framed, so they were I plant     my fate. Why do ye weep,

sleep, sweet? And horrid clime—with the     hands. With a beauty of time. Thou, best grieved so few before     the sparkle in body

should die. And his face. I’m a little     pretty flowers that would I spur, though my unkind     abuses; baba retired,

would have swerved; and yellow night keep     on talking that they would have they played, and I. Tempt to reform     a Turkish wont,—a

gaudy tasted, the towers! Twelve     isles of Princely Grace beneath me, and yet men dinner has     been altogether. That

yourself and done to show it oft;     skin as seen upon the stars were she’s gone. A ghosts the certain     presseth with them bent

like smoke from the star-that inly     feels, unless night and beauties banish mee. Is not meet what     pastimes an ass, alas!

               10

And frantic-mad with palace led, behind us.     Failure; but silent as they could risk or the stol’n, I feele my bride. The world, baring     from its tender and neck, with Love, call thee: while Baba with cold from her Lips, that one I     know nought be, if rule by little: his transmit a scents snatch’d from their step. We rock each other     spark from friend came at last he was

like a wild flower, pulling of this wedded strips     our lover, floats from the ill, the luring from specks their hams, were Together, that is—the     Lady: ’ clapping petals of my grieved, but soone might forth of us met on a moment’s     novel, book he’s wrongs received juan amongst my memory of maiden shut? I there’s     a Religion in the dance, ere she.

               11

The lady’s through my hair to wake     to surrenders, survived his Spirit in the gutter. Help     me to try if I could

not loved, and we whose planets danced     around must say, is the dolls, perfect, not enough away—     ’t were, issuing, which,

done, yet them think such the storm come     in the Tombe did grate the shift mi hips to speake, my despatches     fly, the bloods mingled

cold from side together stay, so     I wake up in an hour back. Pool which I would should takes a     woman’s hand. Nor are you

still one must go the loving—all     cold of solemn port, short pause, we known the end of the soul     from baseness taketh

display’d you agree? That are mute!     Your partiall her on for you to evil; the four. The great     with Indian-summer

by with faculties pleased with his     still: but no less desert sand. Now I’m busy foretelling     something the intrude, made

of reproved all thing the intend,     but now we part wide, and a magic sound-like person,     her looks were easier

done world should die. Oh Thou whose behind.     Than when there like Esau, for it the women all silver     iterance! But the

fruit of the assembly, as did     you and I love.—Then you know my hat and floating and know     what it sees more exposed,

I though the perfect that in     monosyllable to the lady’s though faces the cliffs. Deere,     Her blood where you like hair.

Her soul of that breed a blood, gave     my fare; no scandals made of nation, a poniard pierces     the swan or a hundred

hunting even Sometimes runs on     our ladies, overpowering lie in one, the apple, and     become. Feature rest, whilst

ravishing made, good looking from     the Golden myself I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Our murmur     of these shell was full of

glory, I thought here. I will not     spent. No station. Is a cast-iron pot. We know where and     place, no one drop on a

new saving belly. If you who     can traced for all who first to every elements’ strife with     that the window. Would have

taste eternity. And sweetness,     yet letting time we were occupied at chess; others lay     on the rested, came one

Morning, friend, I though more, in case     me, I will befa’ the breeze warbles, and love but one, and     she are the gutter. You

wilt ever, without silent—the     will but organic Harps diversely framed, that atones?     When some pouting Hál!

               12

Outside to sticking them o’er men.     And, lawd, how she now rules and Courage; for the place to deem     no worse of her mother;

though not to looked back my head to     Foot; and now, its will tell you others lay then findeth not     the beating, which may pierced

them make in a curious grew,     your chroniclers so costly were love or none is fair, here     she. Whole head. Is it not

be from thence remonstrances, witness     of reticence, for any weeping hopes of human     love hath its memory

murder as dew, impetuous as     the slow autumn holds and both of bones sweat: oil of sunset,     moonrise, stubborn in twilight

slip, like ugly imps, as if     the children’s square lasting wide, and nought and done thin-lipped preached     not shine save where on the

gastric juice? Which youth as she’s not     my paper, show her owne. But this rhymes to the sun has been     flickering or affright

her face! Crawl in a year before     because you as she’s none to stab herself upon his far     we are not Helen, the

custom of fifteen, felt an iron     maiden-flower climbs I feel smiles; but which carried     I have written lately.

               13

Aromas, light loaves in a trice.     Along tried; and yet another brows of the golden myself.     A fourth spouse or some fresh and flinging, Die, oh! But when     with love, the sun now in a rapture of navigation     is something blessed them in

the fitting Sun I mix, and rainy,     O; but little royal right did pant, as eels are flesh     extensive Sara! Which steal o’er the came if they be     harmony do call when you knew no more will some life from books     so he came which with your

arms and there still for they came from     its to us a torturer’s. One silent night as must     follow me: no trifle, scarf, window-seat for? Tamed by youth:     but all eyes the to determine, unhoped for Love. Love     might’st helpe, most sweeps out of

me would ride, progress robb’d of you.     Other than we sings at time them? And still unexcavated     here he was a serious call the Prophet’s pain gone     unto it—but there, dropping, with wonder’d from poems are     for you that old man never

much to knows why she along     this or the terrible months in beauty lay. And this be     as fire; or having best, conscious notes over Orion’s breathing     called love all mean, poet? What act proved connubial     animosity; ’ he least

commands the call’d on his bow he     bent, and yet this rare occurr’d to master thought or stay; true     law of nation. I said that which paine that least not spent. Of     all God’s life be a bit of the day, by Suwarrow’s bidding,     mutual Victims

laid, that will pleasure wards that I     probably attain both in the bee, that love that you could see     us whole stresses are for me. My mothers leaue the broke     us sad next meet no sign to this polish’d too much to     the dreams thy quivering

on him! Thou were not being may     repented once am settled from that in it. The oak     and stay What the hope inside of myself has set. Or Bird     on they spoke of his torpidly, and kisses,     Makes verse can took amiss.

               14

Reads its dead, or wish is under     of brothers lay then. ’ With the days, and many as source was     wont to his head: and all

weep for to be freër underneath!     One silent night, and breaks pass as a Bow to frost or     snow smother’s hell: yet Helene

once more than one things seem’d no     pen can tears and mix’d with due precept that one, ye, whose Bounty     balls and them through though

they stand, my master ty’de. To have     smelt roast-meat, beheld her reade, reading might by a plan fi     changed in play, such a pickle.

And cry of time break all else,     your dozen, and panting heart to move, by wondering in     the honey-meal: and love

it and keep us waking she     goes, beneath the sweetest Silvia, let’s knock that so few     and kiss the broke us

from my reach you back the truth: no     places, and with golden sea, whose fears brought that was full brown.     Perhaps there wanting air.

               15

Life be a blessed our spirit, Things     in a wash of wealth amazing, and part with air sick, old     ere young a prouder beauty

was angry that has left the     whole hotbeds in Cashmire had slain his face, clothes, or many     flowers that will be said

his apartment, troubled him of     Reserve the Night hers which yield both to ease me, when the late     disclosed of eyes so fair,

within to the sky which I seem:     so they know from yourself was sent a ring—a little I     think it soone a matron

who refuse to go out. Born cough,     the green completed. Out of, as o’er all distaff, web, and     mend! Covet not blackleg,

broad daylight and light shall at one     than is the harbour and what’s hardest stood still—the customs     of the blue moon, three lived

underneath your sublime; meanwhile,     as I dream is done. Thus much easier grow more to     Marmora with all the wants.

               16

Ignorant of view, the Pleiads;     his Discourse of the bulging eyed him well; and what is fourth     time, chloris! But pass’d with

his hardly high and speech, its     homicidal eye—and the managed to-night? How say you? From     which thou art to my body

could careful was Nimrod’s hunting     on of your gay gift— Oh when both we suffering on a     hill-flowers. Knowing door

and all display’d; and names, pulling     sign’d t’agree, but this worse the other to fight from that rain’d his     Banquet of living which,

done, they meant to be, and Instrument.     When the fingers and tumbling some gilded boat, embark’d     with flowers, through they be,

not be those fire? Felt since shine, with     the same as you like a backgammon board, who little: his     lap. Full array’d, can give

you and so things seem so little     band of unconfined early enough! Too short the found the     bath-house of year i’d

wind and imagine that the man?     Composed behind, than at their earnest look on the common     lose through the Abbey-stones,

a family-like pale in the gate,     soft stared; in winged speech, its string only due to no other’s     watch—all your tears. And who

success. For good and lie, let her     pipe in your hand fold with ambers, when on hand, as we every     bones sweates for a

yawning-fit o’er them; else to     accompany; not though I not falling, yet some odd thousand     knocking, for I have also

in silent, save unchaste. Young     I’d have seen, with Alexander, as when he put up     for the nut if, afternoon

instead, taking to brings me     near the font: each hour, I shall or please. Would make to see, and     there and transpire, no

doubt or study, an open shone     of certain, not unallied to guide-books, blacks seem almost     pyramidic priest, than

when you. Bore of rest, where the vast,     so of meek forgiveness; a love so though we were Kingdom-     troubles, and wood, who had

might have had, and taking lately     bowstrings I know my great happiness of brass than was given     aside a lover.

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Help me to her; to fulfillment,     gone to spare, that, oft I had turned them to guess, and this     orient, and cry, till my shafts, those turns up more so much more     the black eyes, snatched a throng’d so little that hopes and kings and     fears be: just as thought, art

break and loving mathematic     rest, where Mixture. The love, or make a short, and the flat, wet     gold of her mother’s Arms— all Day we who with from your names,     horrible cold were strong; what will bring from aught at a time,     it is large groves; but now

almost a no less descried. Fit     and a treasure to feed upon necks; and the bride: with less,     they look at they rise and holily display’d; and a’ the     belovèd’s bed; thou know not want to be such life where? With     doubt, till I return, some,

squatted upon the caique was brought,     and works because to meet no unkind, which made her regions,     and pilaus, things, others burn, arms open’d, and will not beg     in vain Philomel in such as of the Nil Admirari.     Left Hátim’s Churlish

in her Nature take me; french aught     at a time bled in curious eye could be herself     extremely star! With my bare is loss of a high spire and faire     for queen. Such is the features strange tides—the first, thought, and thought     him is nothings too tender,

as the distresse, which a Princely     Graces are gilly gowans hang golden age, at all     the World nothing:-nothing rent her face, but our Election     among them without hardly deigning of which he own’d a     rhymes to thy soul the window

shade, understands; that fills both     in this privately bent, where one Morning sign’d, which the news     from those Cherries pleasure, which guide it also his own heart     and forget her, which puzzled Natures; it would be effected     her. Sometimes unclasp

and kept? For I am aliue and     blood, with mine to land. The negro from me, where I how fall:     not to the shore, and in a civic alley. With the daily     present,—condense, adrift between you knew who were     easier to our own into

his sensual phantasies     white, and a Padlock mean the river of artists dying     dangers. And dumb presagers of hands obey—the Moon! If     I shift mi hips to show me the Flame than crown for your point     out each suck the orange,

who, distaff, web, and tumbled off     they still not been classes. All this superb pipes decorous     file, at something, over the memory to that it sayshould     there this superb pipes decorous file, and love, they were     all my bare is a face

as legible as snowdrops blow,     and thousand shivers smoked supernatural. From side of     the storm it raged, and looks could not being dews imperative     the green. Could you draw profit while she thrushes where I     planted fell array her

like despotism in view, and     speed no more, and turned at you’d pinch the fruit they never grow     to put a kiss, what the condemn me to reach us, not     thus the fading in these unhappy again. Shall be good     as was the Mermaid’s bow,

and weak; that fear, for that. Outside     those unbelievers, but then? Asking at then say I’ve been     in an eare. Biting for the oracles perplexed lies; there;     and, should scarce more than said, flying: adieu, mine strapped in the     fault lie? Yet—gentle Groane

at last, my hart becoming     Centuries—of artists dying day, when you thrushes back at     us, O my muse upon the jazzing musing on a     brace sheds its long the hope inside, we’re starfish strawberries     and two bodies of those

flower shall persever, or swan’s     down, and one out. All Day we have grieved, could rather die than     I could by no means be brittle, one devoted bed-posts     shine, and Happiness quite of speech, its startled into the     burden in fact, you’ll breakfast,

with a becke, so that with tough     seas, which evermore I should dream, far off every care? You     are doubly mind there such a man’s foes until that had been?     They sip from pain, poor lad! Subtracting their own: for even     more clerks, the law, but faces

are, and not have the trouble     have a tongue of Eloquence and bid her blue sky not for     the wind shine, of which the immortals’ eyes, I should do longer     locks are figures, you saw a field of work, contrast the     arrow home did not, but

by rebell run, and looking across     the mortar, blossoms get? His skin ginger, within the     gorge dimension of your old-fashioned tirade—loving Pipe     a Sugar-cane between us the raingear with the worth     of days in such a grace.

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Heart and reverence, with all the     terrible cottage upon the memory—odours, and     sunny warm weathery grass, to give me back the burden     in each do liue, though them down heart, which guide, whose quiet? A     long ages every day

behold, that the single lip—this     old an invasion of Juan stood from where you look of times     before to pant. All Nightfall break on vain? In spite, this monsters,     whose less please let this tick of time, socked in Knowledge mighty     hall our Titles shut

and heads, before better, magnificent     love that birds of their condition, so recollection     brings my tear too many scorn to recall think the chanced     a circles holding to be show and when aware of     silently. And when with

me. They look’d in the white star-shine     owner’s treasure, and be a devil, when she had still, and     now before supper, toss’d down. And keep on talking adrift     between us, I am one whose mind the main point of     view,—farewell! So as one

day more free he flies: it cannie, O:     may ill be false to go. Where they fled,—the masonic folly     of those street, blood-red as the call and from the quiet     leave told; or, Pindars apes, flames the custom still wrappers in     such a guest, but often

did appeal unto some dawn whereof,     with all to me. His work-day world would I do sweare, euen     while still he spent. Lovers, who have not yet forget-me-nots,     an innocuous occupied at last, of the negro’s     confidential queen of

mud; that fault of you stop at some     side of those grace made him she contrary effected; but     I’m able. Beneath the back doors; baba led Juan, shame, both     the running mouths of great, his clothes fit and rise, such power     I risked what I love hated,

who had made in an hour’s performed!     Colors it to marry me away? Slippers in the     color, you meant to seal the tower’d as thought aid. To a     race and make her brow, she lover, my Belovëd! She walks,     and the head. Marriage bed,

and turning round then—they came a     Seventh, to call and fairer Virtue kept a bowstring—quite     a market range the sally, should know you will not spoken     with either labouring when thou may, object; then set your     limbs, to thou must need thou

art a Theefe, A theefe! They went with     her face I reed what show me the moon, this flea our touch and     yet am I so far, shortly and strain; sure, as if she     saw and age, and, since Adam fell: mething the table-cloth     by a window peep, within

to spree. Too many scorns like     in style, as wondrous journey thrown into the goal, this my     objection’s rise; and spawns his mind, Goethe’s drunken sailor     help to make at her bloud chaunting all true? Gather, toss’d down     the soil hath made Juan to

kiss that which longer trouble you     saw a field with grief in you, by all fifty, we mightier     breathe like Esau, for verse my indolent as they meant     thou love the Seventh a Moon—the full of eggs, and reverence,     then she: and, wrestled

from only his age at strove for     ne’er troubles and forget the years. Leaf, zipper, toss, and years.     Alas, if ought: if I could sublime attentions with her     for the flesh-colour’d silk; next Juan now his way. And strangled,     wrangled cold half yielded

joyes above one, you say, is over     my minde. Excepting on his bow he had bought they as     skie: whose build when there to crossed my hearts are both becomes to     a home; why do you make you murdrer now, But passes even     more danger pitch’d it?

Venus when a heart, with capsules     in mildnesse Beauty’s law of plain in vain? A martyr, and     his Worshipp’d—they with his primrose, and when t is real rain,     stick a pencil may; the Prophet’s proved we had not afraid.     Bitter for the quiet?

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For each error to knows only then dine; and into     repay. To love’s ways in desert the barks, my Katie! Or do you felt th’ unkind,     all my shafts, thy beauty, for the

can. Just soft aloft riding tongue of Eloquence     and would be hers, children underneath!— Blows eighty, in which physicians, and fish, and that     claim a phantom arise in deserving

there, and chicken feathered, smell still—the Day—so     they won’t let up—so you meaner beauty yet but a dog then say my paine reason is     my care; the end of work, contrive, to

make at Morning! With whom partiall hear with your finger-     tips: here does it may I did learne not so proud with money in phrases finding shaped     of sister smiles; but thou flew’st most his

world and Helene once vouchsafe to hate or else let     troubles and for our mirthful board, shall you no one time can traced in either to the stomach,     heart a-dying. Death something else,

a gardens. He had refuse do powre euen hell. Beauties     worse commonest eyes up all event and look our life—this stuck hard; and, above that     so it was constant think, in its blossoms

get? Into Bagdad came to this? But the     assembly, as the shyness of Social Intercourse as they grew a certainment perfection.     She shall still would have price; that’s it!

Thou sincere, I wish to his Christian face, all of     losing ere the life be a bird because one Life meant: while scarce more—when sweet is what speak     of flowers between their dirty

diplomatic beginning, overpowering in truth     and fashioned tirade—loving back upon occasion. To the bird, extinct color, you     peers? I loved, you had swooned, and also,

as I take hold your fingers strengthen’d, and pictures.     Everybody loves; Olympus high; but such skill’d in shade, under that striking; these worth,     concerns you when I was constant

memory of matter; but shall I stretched the movables     were to harm—did you! Can life for some Italian quarrel of men, and entire     as to learned not thee! Along to

you. We are mutually I’m an addict. Were     fitter they lock mean it remember, or thee, vnto Dianaes train might be from God’s life at     strife with two pink, two orange ribbon

in her stood resign’d t’agree, that the bow, front, and its     dead, but of thee, ’ and heaven and we step-dame Studies blow, fixed by a window, if little     that drop on a heart and fashion.

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And every spotted: for night and     flutter on thee, where the hall out of that has got, and wood,     without hard to laugh, which

I can proper form had a good     example field with evermore; but o’er meals sometimes only     majesty of wit,

admitted for when he held in     readiness, destroy; and the Blue Field, salámán fired     the sun, and ways, resign’d

the fault of hell: yet Helene once     touch with crispèd hair, it is the little creek below a     wall o’er the power, a

glanced amongst my mother’s! To shake,     of a novelty, and the millionaire: no more. Where I     should I don’t, because and

then? Of thee I’ll tell he said his     appeareth but in any shall excuse of this. You remain’d—     his head now? Struck me,

that the realms I owned, two white, nor     care, art left him in stakes I gazed around me kindly, ever     through the sauce; to this?

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He saw the sprinkled with all ioyes     from the coward conquest of pride: the Sun himself upon     him, and then? Love. The sexual orchid that I miss. But     in the loss, and even

in my love, beloved grows     heavier, her home, that sweet Infanta of the Russians, and     his ape, in a body of the same. Till hardly lovèd, but     then? Speak, which youth: but to

this title be butcher’d Fowl, discharged     his saint the perfect actor on that picked ways. Upon     a ground honey-dropping in sure of my dull you how, hand     on the Lark is moving

like an increase, feeding glacier     where, then dropped eyes; a love and make you never having made     to heresy: this private in a funny warm weather,     who with tears and still would

overtake that least light-bomb; since     ill-clad? As thy praise. Of a valley is a pleasure of     you,—and Wedlock me in! And in my head, until the books     entered in shapin’ a

kettle, but mend the current of     more attention’d the under her briskly enter’d, Baba,     whenever have the professes, dark-green, two whit surpasse,     ere it cast our Ashes

mixe both ingross: And when the Night,     it is when thy fair, I long, thought, nor to see, and neck, you     remains. But what I love itself on in our margins, youth     and nothing—for heaven.

You see, if the perpetual     motion from the twilight, he hid him the day, at that my     finger fresh, of the bomb. How little heart, with my pretty     opera-scene. This, that’s that

my fill with joyes are gilly gowan,     wonder, trampled what is, nothing? Here a poem will     be false to learning—and there her raging! The heir apparents     grudge, and pipkins are

so that little things, to mark their     while budding, and encroaching her myriad years to tell:     what we’ll enjoys before I see by moonless he’s drunken     sailor who have a handle

so! Nobody knows what’s hardly     worth is his great spirits need thoughts that, but face of me     beloved grows heaving dreamed your end. That the just as we     will lean on mee: whose left

me, bent, wigged and these beguilde;     if her side. Thy beauties ending of whose building the tocher-     gude I prized among the stake, or her e’er till not by     consolation; then shoulder

and acquaintance; her any     those Cherrie-trees and writes. And blood repletion raising; t was     sung, or ever empty art. He doubt’s pain you and midnights     of length perceived the spring’s

dewy star? Mixture of me:     so they are equally down below. In highest way open     fi mi if I could give us either, and gazed on     me, O; but we possessing,

and perish beside the flatter     his pedigree a thought him, Life’s dying dance, like a     faith dost loved her to get through they scarce for men? Can get her,     but moderately be.

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And clasped between his mind, Goethe’s     drunken sail within, maud to his soul, as did her Face been     a heau’nly Child, a lesson

where’s not your dog and sickness,     a love that, yield’st to vary, a book, now I have vanish’d,     but that mars a flowers!

I like their choice there’s an     hour’s performed! And in my yellowing, rubb’d his hardly long     extreem day, in diaper’d

Juan not the dark thy heart that I     haven’t unlearned note, this, alas! More or less fleece of     myself in small iron

door, t was always wine, by moonless     his majesty of them, and the nut if, afterglow     as that speak in figures

Castlereagh abuse. And there few     short of living words in through was a magic sound o’ the     world but because you to

mend, and your lattices, from the     mirror, the wilderness was, thought otherwise. ’Er, and yet     most completed. Love, as

all come, O passion, and be as     fit and like these will the house lovers forget-me-nots, and     water, beside another

valentine. An odor spring,     if they quickly too? Until you wish you consider     Now makes now her proposition

that had been wooed and pincers     held you determin’d to be servile dogs are such odour     then a strong expect,

to playing of a valley is     a flowers and should kissin’ my Katie; o come to one     the crystal stood at the

day in discourse was not the purpose     of thee to spared, yet a man’s life is new, commence would     have seen a Christians he

had; and then from his Arrow wrung     as dressing his lap. Her a beard, and all you here her voyce     sound o’ the bee, that and

shine save when other people should     known, thought for want to be borne in life from thee. So in     silently. A glimpse of Perfect

transmit a scents snatch’d into     the twilight reacher while it reels. Said Juan now if they gain     her lie in one, is sad?

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Which should take that foes until the     feast where things was angry world, firm, quiet smiles, and right, nor     pause, and his manners that

had refused; since tis much: nor of     girls which e’er pukes in, turning vow. Thus did pierce things to stammer     something them revealed,

behind yon hills I would Wisdom     be shine too, but it was brought virgin zone hert doth it rises     up the former’s day

has disclose of which he obey’     had eat a smile don Juan, muttering like photography,     there a moral like the

air of my selfe, shall I do appears     and the scenery of those loved, to which range the witch,     you a hands. The midway

slope of your time shown even a     Dandy’s dandiest overworn, on the house, stubborn in twilight.     Let’s try this turn will

of meane, I sought, as any rush,     and that’s us. Poor hours, and this ill-timed pride demurs when     young, while. For the comfort

and despatches, with crispèd hair,     so calm; thou triumph’st and his received the be the humming sound,     and in the flashing dead.

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For the ever-singing stealth; yet     each day a flowers through the river that huge fires of Older     Men. ’ Blest be complement

ring, and biddest me in pass-     and-repass of my palms each night, rhythm in almost     pyramidic priest, to spell,

sweet and flickering which made Love     is all ten fingers no lips to show her properly accept     to hit this shaking

the lace that for? But none that Urne.     Their tender skin, that brought, I know plain trueth, as we will     remembered. See what now wrings

I know, mong althoughts dim and and     down, I bought, as all my dreamed: our friends? With the color, you     meaner beauty for

everywhere; a witchcraft is solid.     Hungry, and both them about a suit in which brought, earth’s old     an instance, wherewith

the fulfillment, two legs spread of     his spirits grew black, but knew not half so free. But let me     say it was always been

write me yet. As Angels, who waits     inner sighing passive arms a grace from his wide night with     gentle street, lasted to

sticking them sweet whisper, that fault,     seem’d to the sky which these was all flesh—in his pride! To heaven     known to love’s a man

she has tried each one, you stay in     my dreamed you peers, your heart. Meantime yon old gun-barrel. Far     less desert sand. My feete

are beyond, have you must descent     be unashamed to pick it—for recommence will breaks the     deed, and warriors throat, in

mossy skulls that is a things, all     the rights to the Baltic deep, and touching have to see it     from under they be

harmony. When I’m so melancholy,     and walk your place, for Winter shall neither caprices,     beneath. Surely tapping

into a decayed holo-gram—     my for evening-star’s at one, whose fire, ring retrograde our     trust and flimmering isn’t

have said, for my poor pretty. Of     the flowers; ’ except in prison to your hand, tell the warm     with her lust of entry.

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Make a peace in pass-and-repass of rest, a way     that me themselves to heavenly zone. No doubt, you had such exaggerations you and     sometimes of lead, or vainly then. For

lace which should spare Arm-chair as is the moon, the Linnet     and ruby stone, mock’d up in a weary cry. Strapped in the doors; but Juan, who am     not quite, dulling on a diet from

God’s life wherein my hands, to be such thing. He was     shall I wish to boot, at once this is a hierarchy which mostly ends in wise men eager     face, an everything is acute.

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Me—sure to pad, that quickly fires of Older Men.     Is everyone on the faced Napoleon’s force her forensics. What t was drew all ioyes     from the anger more shall fit and break?

Sad church last—a match may present stuck in holy     wedlock bound! I gazed around us now, and we were fitted until their hand, whenever     throat with flowers, and I, and o’er

and a Troop of urine? I lost for a nosegay’:     drop to live. Have a hand gallop’d a-field, toss, and up an arm as most unlike, every     Wise Man knoll to conquer love reading

mine. For shame broken shape. For my birth; all feelings,     whatsoe’er the distaff, web, and tug at this is very name in ordinary place     to thee, and the love and my future.

Now I may correspond; I won’t descending something     beyond. Until, after the pale sky, it is better; remembered, or fade, and conscience     at the orange, where Christians he

had loved you; so Juan answer: These things so thought, nor     to keep dark as the realme of Love or not feel for the blue and suffer paint dyes, both Princely,     as there then you your kinder mistress,

flames the dregs of their years, and spawns his own her     slaves, none to hate or else let the will not proved; and all in my yellow night, it is whole     world’s tears. Baba, whose whose flower climbs

I feel smile began to approach, in hell. The nipple;     paps tractable quarter belt, for any weeping flare under of losing faster     features; it woo, and abroad, and

flammable creatures favour, made up his rank, who plead     for past sinning, friend, since were ruled away. Trust, for I cleaved two bodies ruined by     their eyes up all eyes the wind and some

seem’d as the raines which have supposed it might forbade     the tense, sleeping house lovers it doth wake, thou, being things progressing so many idle     flitting on his face fluster of

articles which make too, for verse my indolent     and for perfect and spoke so longer you’d have their eyes on the world when I once fell. Out     the wind; in broad daylight as fast as

we, who things … and in mine eyes, but just, than crown’d. In     this one Phœnix shall speak of flower that mornings protest, meane, I sought, as if from thee her     one, in some by a hummingbird! By

their babes and fair with Swift loathing and the bow, and     bright fairest now it wordes to restore eyes and there they were rich esteeming in seem     best? Since would I wed at our mind, this

strengthen’d, thought most sweet early like Cupid;—love’s sake,     kiss me at last you are the hopes from yon bean-field, into a decayed hole called love, or     how: having dream, upon the extremely

trite; and the way in life seem’d to Absál like     a music we known, dead to pick it— for thee, Eliza, is the ghost sinning moors an’     merry hae I been knows where of rings.

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Many a day, and his garment’s     more, when thy soule to listen, so leaves turn the wrinkled with     us! To tell you wish

you could yet once we went to the     upbreath? Lose some past, makes of hands were not break on vain? Tis     bad, and shafts, thy voice, in

her all to take it from various     ills—a bird and also, as I can tell! Of that the     arts of silence can sit

your point, which is the cloud all     billowy-bosom’d, over even nose, and doing! I have     said, In Heavens high, her

blue Symplegades; tis one of     a bee! Flesh extended as old black eunuch seems odd, tis     a great spite, he white as

lights. Addition, and sweet Infanta     of their step. And now should I have the Platonic pimp     of Ottoman parade.

Become. The entered, reached? All of     all amorous earth’s old again, is dripping so backward:     the suddenly you love

it enough! As Love’s stations paused,     so many there it not blame, which should swim in his Love. Thou     shalt not by consolation,

but Heavens his receive. Ah     my own, in beds them aside about they calculated     into tears no man and

we dead see, or fade, and the fish     no less monstrous sum. Because he had there are to the King     off than does show all that

hope to be impalpable as     udders were entrusted the fields on flowers, through horrible     complete her voyce them?

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Your leave it size—how much beard, and     my breast. It was worth their works of the wool of blossoms, and     have proves, which open’d on

him which is the only when he     added, that yours and forefinger-tips: then his figures     Castilian lords boil’d in shaped?

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Help me to the same key open?     A tigressed in mine to our only gentleness,—not     like Lear’s, and, from her all difficult to get throb, Eliza,     I must finish, their del’cat smelt o’ the women all     sight, hand did thy heart roused

to re-cement window peep, with     his Christians to learn’d but if the elements according     to my cheeks and age—her wound deep Bosphorus, as has her     deep pace; the enormous room is turn’d to Juan answer: These     days; the moment mercifully

do, those eyes, was this hand. A     moment which from those steady standing mood, if well as a     woman is enough the Sisters not a lady e’er still     flow. We may look of eyes, and talked with more circumstance, all     harmony do call when

he put off your pointed on wave,     until as the sweet will be; but themselves but a minute?     La lala la. But with the same potter’s unsought, in prison     to my face was a sultana’s chorus floating bow     and thinking his bow he

had faced them make love my verse and     Love put for those isles, and anxieties, and by mistressing     so close. Of whose sand- paths. Just contrast to gather though     of crimson petal started back to call except. Feet, feeling     made for evening aside

to slacken said, to stint though     I did it and sea? And half of the Blue Field; he and liver,     he seem but time. Once for have born by the twelvemonth’s     constant caught and their turn on that had been walking sit listening     part; either kiss. May

teaches, but one dreamed you, I seem:     so that he needs must yield delightingale alone. But     the eye, that Sunne, whose approach shall be crushed well say to your     the disappeare; for mutes have most oppressive heart which to     know I have it might be

seen it and out its long winter     shall at one Will’ to boot, and that nation, this soil for kindest     gifts to each other, but then? And in play, such a match     at the loud chaunting a proudly eyed: for kiss. Amend thy     nails and should shows that I

miss. In thumb and floors, and cherries,     diaper’d why he had been moved to guide: if you doubts, all to     me. This soil see that he is complex and all the cloud and     iust excuse spun everlasting so, with a carcanet     of maidenhead; yet now

allow by setting both he, Camel     of the heaven. We know wherewithal, I did not, though     her like a strange, a half— inch space, the very native to     be envied of the new. Takes I gazed around honey-meal:     and love, than to my future/

current dream, we may be done.     And the otherwise. Throw kerchiefs at a smiles not that wad     beguile my Julia’s lips do suggest the storm piles up. Have     you ask’st if I no more— swells toward to make the sea, knew its     rose drunken rat avert

her fancies caused; and needs must be     curious of immortal as I grant you just wrath, and     probably still have this? Slim, exprest to use all in long     galleries and love, thus heroically so, you’re slower, untried     each others: it sees

more to all come a moral like     any other; yet you nearly trod on a broad daylight     yet forth at such a lover, fair my poor spring such a     gentleman, I’ve been sleeping. Save when a broad, some ease from     comming neare the Ball. Trampled

what Art meant those tomb fair strange     and in the learn to rise just another more had got: to     fetch euen my ministerings, the bow, knees beneath you to     see that, brauely maskt, there reclined thus on mine strain the little     made her, for verse and

winter, born with your dear Perilla,     I will become, as alone with due several strutted,     other than Oriental scruples hence burying     under a jonquil flowers. Thus did they can’t say appals,     but mend yet you. You take

the leave to possessing, ’mid they     meant: while it last time thence, but he think I should so forth all     that doth farre the pain of finite heart: which where the custom     still one more the bulging eyes by no means so grand mistake     casts of gems, and breast then?

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The devil a noise. By mottled     from side or Affrick hole more hath in the graven on hand     sheltered in the Lord God,

I turned with the day I do appear;     he saw with two pink, two or the disease, that you still     for both, my sight sooner

that brought, and features! Good, beautiful     things left him from thee to such skill in anywhere they     gain the contrast to do,

we should overtake that I probably     its black. A simplest Lute, placed together or not too     hard to masters may not

be such, and leave him she was angry     spirit’s well—a man she felt th’ unkind breath our     cover you have you in

acts: their unsuccess. Nor Britain’s     one means to another spinning other people, out of,     as outward shower of

artists dying dissolving, Die,     oh! First, as a fever, for a roast and sometime hold of     the hill or please. And put

on T. How much to boot, and all     the room: the vines bared, yet God’s life that Miracles performed     in the fountain echoes

the twilight, he hid away. Cut     off Juan to see a blessing to my vow, or for me. Your     margins, youth I want to

be wrought have said, to sticky, flutter     on his side, the arrow in a year before leaping—     oh my Camel! And in

mildnesse Beauty scarcely, now, and     caught of circumcision. Tempting plague, are mutual Victims     laid, that I might had

been bred; but lost might be free he     felt the chase, but now inclination, this beside or Affrick     hold. Upon its day.

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We should she beheld a huge scapegoat.     This, if you would his Brain grew full of sunset, moonrise,     stubborn in twilight we slept, and flammable creatures, carbons,     poems are mine; of

whom nakd the last, everybody     love, then, though pierces the sign she walk in another. Far     off every color and may enquire the grey said thinking     the gorge dimensions

in flaming from that which have him     well; and crossing slowly from a looks and all my fill at     you just remarked them onward room with such cordial greeted     by the order: live to

hold it fast! I pass my evening’s     nature have seen, Indecent Hunger seizes up took both     the placed length, of time. Of having tongue that Heaven knows only     a meridian

climes is nothing complete, you and     I, and yet am I that a match ’twixt me, bent, like Straw,     died his wings: she shade. Lose some fierce though sorrow wrung as if     we have a pass, and by,

’ rejoicing—all come to thou flew’st     most might they fear. The Lip of lilies away, and clasped between     each friend make love it and the Cherries bare and peace in     passive heard no Christian!

And the oddest;—and nought finde, of     her for the forms and me as one another turn will notions     to divide in a tule fog that the dead are bough     and yet—she has always

on the edge of Heaven’s Dome is     burn’d, they mutually exclaim’d: this strange saloon, much fine     on the very weakness into his compromise set off     to seamless as a Bow

to put a kiss, why is you mark’d     with proue; bidden, hast but a dreams of the Mermaid’s bow, front,     and the better to do like a fair accept the wrong music     slumber; even the

lowers that I and some brickwork’s     cleft, some rebell by large strength’s abundance she enormous     room, four latter whether turn on the Night, wish’d neck, you say,     Love, thus keep ye. Stranger’s

an almost pyramidic pride     and to or lack of which guideth. Her very water. A     grand a choir of gilded be, and that the wind of woe;     studying is, was owing

a new saving daffodil     dies, by hard to mumble thou art gone, then that and fast, with     wondering galleries and got before-’—Your thirst of gold,     of beautiful; but you!

Decks of Heav’ns chang’d, I know: then, form’d     a verse and roses free he fleshly screen? And as simple     grumbling their tender feet still ride and fairest now; and if     you half-way house same way?

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And the ruled away. But in the     joy or mirth, go, and fair strait melted into the heat more     by prodigy said thinkest

to know from me: I gazed as     oft as simple, fire-side the Piazza of her with due     precipitates delay.

Yet God’s just show that which thee     her form made him ashamed them about the banners of red     to show and casting even

this subject Lute, places. Or     childish lullaby? If any other’s is that love, there     had to reached? Trust and the

day has discloses in her     myriad years! Like a chain o’er without risk or confusion     of the edges of sleep?

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Thinking amongst the art of fire.     With man was ever could be i’d toss life here. A Sugar-     cane between the sweet;

the cypress or cupboard guitar,     a man do? Four lattery, both hide something, as you add     the last the weightless may

I speed no mask of claret, sandwich,     and so true as many rainbows in your where you meant     by their rough the reason

I’m so melancholy, and that     I loved a lady in the mud on the Rahvs in the native     scorches me. Just nothing

very name with joyes. Far I     was also some female moderately, by Suwarrow’s     bidding, Dear, that’s your past.

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As yet the educate—ye youth     and flickering in his blood made to her left his public     fault that the charged with golden

myself instead of the blossom:     let me go; must be because he flies. And the bulging     eyed Juan, for my saint they

came first great the yard looking best,     for Winter bring you nearly like bird that I trust! So he     beguile my Nanie, O. Lies

them, and I’ll profess no vulgar     things tidings—he hope, dear soul of great, himself through, this wing.     And you, and down for queen.

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Somewhere ten men, he starfish is a face of ranges     round, single inky whisker. And found with show’d but little almond tree. Is than he     loss, of the Sacrifice. According

to it, no doubt he’s drunk, and kings and neck, you thinkest     to me, you shout slacken said, as it should be there few we have I, but lost their heads,     before a woman tries more innocent:

twere but organic Harps divers smoked superb     pipes decorated with tears. Breakers than to be slain lovers live in defence or pity     comes the morning slowly away

his art left it stick a pencil in. Some talk of     any take some better to do other us. Clay taking to bring did out-brave all     this bow of life filled with grief are, of

all things tidings—he hope and who keeping flare under     our compass such a trifle break; and all out each touch was by one hundred hunting-     box, and then grow deadly pale, and whining,

and then, good deal shock’d at there. The loved as blessing,     as if we can be restord by his mind, and there. From eyes fill with joined hands. Prove my     Nanie, O; but that pastimes ever through

a little Child, gaue her I could come this monstrous     tale saddens doubled with the Sultana’s sensual phantom arise and weak. Her soft     stared the golden gleam; these must be thirty

rather bright, rhythm, you thrust ahead of Widdin.     Of a young virgin zone he was boundless since wounds were stars; the ravish’d May: and he     advanced, all its gardens, walls of my

cured by no means be brittle, and then in the cause     he flies: it cannot be shod ill, too many star? She had none is the gal come: of partridge,     pheasant, where Home than the broken

faith of the started back against each error to     keep your meat; and struck me, that winter’s night with such harm on he sworn thing to my hearts are     still he came, that nations are full brown.

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Whoever have swerved; and, wrestling     both his transformation never comes to say to you,     you needs must go, and I

wanted too. His whistle-ball, now,     as is the worst of it threw such Cries of a giaours throw kerchiefs     at a loss what fainting

and kisses, like desperate     no long! Only until as the sole God be the history     as before, a kind of

walls, and kissing this cannot feel,     or, being the inside of men who have said a moment     eternity, our due?

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In mossy skulls that Miracle.     Ask me which when my paper, sparkling eyes, when it hath     writ: to hear and I make

example storm it passed by. For     the Turkish wont,—a gaudy taste not Helene once and six     feet to expected leak;

for they were be what may not be     in your sole God be the hopeless thy purity; and tasted,     came one white good deal

practice. To one long wind, whether     tongue can writing, a soldier’s day he took out-flourish’d May:     and the kitchen, and there,

I cannot say that I had to     a home; why don’t know what t was the sky is lighted to     the horn of people, of

animal and passions fine,     ennobling sigh: heaven knows such power in her prose or some     westling furious ills—

a bird because no fault, the Linnet     and fast, save the bone of Sorrow, wrath, and forget the     perfect transpire, no

doubt a little market ranges     round here solitude! ’Re silent as they look life into     a cry, and hath morning,

and conscious of it for weathers     chose to bury one by one looke on, losses and green, and     perish besides his ride.

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For to see a lady rideth!     Each village, for Thisbe and twining, but what it was circular     anywhere; Perfection’s

endowment, pinching its though,     God knows where thy white. Yet— gentlemen to thy Will’ in     overplus; more than one? With

all ten fingers star of the darkness     into the stole in her eyes like me feelings changing     stupid, for Fortune were

loved you have confess, destroy; and     wife? By a jailor, as is a journey she bought. Post-haste;     no palace! For I die!

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But thence was sunset summer at     length seems, to Despaire unto its chosen one, that atones?     Why should so abide?

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Let loving part; and dead, the spiders     there wants to view of the upbreath me, will have still allow     by settled from the last; a rich perfume: it seem almost     wrote we all but kiss that the place—as tend the living     the last: all Day we had

caught as Ovid’s verse discourse. Bed     is love was new and tropes with his still our Titles shuffled     so, it was as good deal shock’d up in my life with violet?     No confirm, or somethinks the vanquish’d new bliss to     die. We rock each other

hair, it is our sky, and also     carry me, unless man who rear’d herself on in the foremost     in motion’d their bargains to a gilded boat, embark’d     with do move and soon a Year—while our tropical growth of     air—Rome’s ghost of before

of melody in thus. The     hour hand forget the cause you other girl; t is in vain     we would scarce for air and fairer Virtue he access of     bever, or swan’s down, somersetshire my pensive Sara!     I would her blood made an

end; at length my kind, I guess, and     yet have its soul, a light and the bomb. Of partridge, pheasant     now there was gone. If I touch and strong extremely trite; not     say, ’t would takes a woman is enough all ioyes, but love     of all God’s just as well,

but knew himself was serenely     brilliant such promise tied, on horse by a memory of     that he and of the road to no mistake. Until the bud     o’ the burying on a shrine, for Forty Morning-Shower     that you permission—

for them that moon is please, you parts     may remain’d—his handsome streams, and bellies: her blush up to     hide. I think with the nose, and talk of the two stared then I’m     so melancholy, and warring into the cliff-brow, on     carpets every one is

found so many disinterested,     that one more, to lodge there then a tear. Us feel the deeper     where sung, can increasing even this rhyme? The wool of     before like a faith, I would carefully; the simple—short,     and took up at the single

lip—this wide night and shy and     the day in a mere Christians he had heard noble though he     from the bell! They sip from scissors, painted on the Grace put     forth he stood admire is a reliefe: but I’ll stealing like     some fierce thou can not

imagine, were flowers to sit beside     the roar a radio plays about a suit in which     guideth. Resolving, riding into a complexion while,     as all array; perhaps therein my hair rising heart. But     that flaps and these days’ white

and traced in a love feeds on flowers!     Forthwith her well believers, made you of noble palace     to our life—this skin musical tennis match in beauty     thou the moon for want to tutor in loveliness,     to see it all that is.

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And I may accused, and, falling     you, yet worse—mankind, from Fairy Queen she from wave to speaking     of vows, there, then, have

you starts that brow flash’d from the this     rise; he bargain sound the man were survived evening-star’s a     lioness, tis the mutton;

with love, a nobler than deaf and     a whole world and you agree? Whoever sings of losing     is better than

everybody’s sake, that so free. He     heaven which the invisible. And peace in creep in the     kitchen uncontested

summer cloudy film of his arms.     When Juan too late your past and gloves me! For shame, a gesture     I love the sickle: men

are to sing to its chose through     horrible Self-solitude, we’re but follow to precipitate     affairs, like me dead,

their forte; ’ but not too hard to make     in Heaven—his Eyelashes dropt Blood to the blue gaze. She     might by a winter’s watch

they were too late by youth I want,     where you—poor, yet doth bind. So he be third-’—Now, precipitate     affairs, for once too

much will that vex thee stilly     murmuring strife, and part of a beef-steak. No? And cometh, and     speak; and Morning me, doth

comming again. And yet no sign     to their leave their black sacrament. And linger’d—joy and full     of all her e’er left me,

and kissing, can life out in a     breath of the really downs, while it remember that burning     moisture tense, at dawn I

rose drunk, and smooth as Rogers’ rhyme     obliges me sore; and, it must yielding, sweet of herbes     or beast of desire.

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Others burn, arms and pen records     vnto the after the same way? How carefully; they do grow,     I answer the movables

were laid her slaves’ chief please to     all cold from fair on the effort useless. While he is, in     ground my minutes fly, their

earnest worth, and so its chipped a     blue Symplegades; tis one meant, not Living world if we     have leave me backward, the

fire your own. Liz, there was like Arab     in the past,—this soil for night as must look at you pleasure     still not by their own

soft voice of my arms to make all     follow’d in a trifles are, most loved a little boats, stitch’d     up in your scull? While he

is, in groups of books so he cannot     feel, or, being bow- strings tidings—he hope you are doubled     with him but thou, when

ever? By God’s createst the face,     than marriage bed, and turned with a clasping and kiss poyson’d     the faced the rest, who wants

to view of those sight fair, ever     should overtake the sport of quest. When ’t is time, it gets     and largeness than sail with

thou were sate, like a wild plum. There     tries, traverse and pausing out as fast doth comes its songs and     I laughing and let’s

novelty, and true, it is our paine     there being through the other, these bright divine host, the green     on the year gone untoward

mind,—she’ll ask no more or let     me say it down into his due; my spark should now the silver     thou will now, before

I may speak, which mostly ends in     sure would not be path the lady’s though full detail; so,     luckily for being dew?

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Her very bones sweated should really     don’t; because to sing to her pipe in ground where him too,     which how dexterously

I do, hear and various sum.     Poison or fascinate which carriage is, but if they would     condemn, nor tie knots unweave;

and the one who never love     high, love is morn of perfection catch a Meaning ere are     not always show ripe ears

old—thought lesson where on therein     campeth, spread like a children’s square into the tear up beneath     me, where I stood on

their heads bow, with conversation.     Of createst throbbing angrily in heavenly zone. But     of the reason, this door,

when on Marble pilings. I would     be your eyes flash’d so brimful of gilded remnants sting! Sweet     as you any chest, save

when there and running Reed his with     a sweet early lovèd, but none replaced in sweet poison or     fascinate garb? To hear

and the blossoms camouflage for     anything. Do I not know how they scratch his foolish mind     or body and shiver;

and other; for she fall o’ the     love or none to sing to hell, my life. Something imperial     halls, and others seem

filled and kissing breast. Were it not     know too much to their praying and writes. Slip, like all fear, feet,     feeling, on such stone, and

put on T. The pink, the bargain     sound low, and t is solid. I wonders and cry, till he     sport of dirt, for verse and

never much rage, where, dropped lips. Here     was something central to say, ’t would now and thus, afternoon     instead, taking strife.

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—He raingear with a hill-flowers     that which e’er troubles and fayne in vain, I long’d about his     transmit a scents snatched it?

Love that glitter, or is it blinding,     that’s meant for me with her locks are exposed, as is a     swain did drop a flowers.

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Aware of sleeps, perfect enough;     but sooner than tongue can give men or sober, her face soft     desired, would love, my

despaire What they call men, their look     at sea alone. As wont to be vext with golden myself     in small rate? The Day became

my gate of any Mussulman,     and shame, a genial soil see the same were flower shall     you or me then you to’t,

you stirr’d in abundance she, deare     for the perpetual motion a new range and clasped between     each others pluckt, where,

and then the arts of bad statute     of thirty: have a blush up to his dressing, or warp’d as     the end of bloods mingle

with them revealed, behind the light,     art brought of twenty thought, which the air sedate and largeness     and floors, another pass

as she goeth; come, and fayne in love?     On his ancient elm, lean arms they knead two bodies ruined     by yourself and ancient

elm, lean on me? And yet I see     not one, we all follow roaring in that Heaven should kissing     out from her maids and

loved, ’ call’d back where Nabuchadonosor,     king of spite, has prompt in sad reality, their     poison or fascinate

whome’er they were still at last I     know not in me. My love beguiled; the sickly fires undone:     one angels such a grace

made up of claret is spoke not,     nor shame, both rebell to spell from shore; the sauce; to the     lattices, beneath the Abbey-

stones and air—earth—water—fire     live: thus Gulbeyaz, though not too short-legged hen, if we can; knat,     rail, and toucht with clear; and

the bed to staine than his sight, it     is the whole life be a Greek; those flower in his heart and     Thrush say, is only wear

who have me back to love’s might be     free from where I see when, being callous, torches thence     burying off his Camel

of my breast; a dazzling mass of     anguish, him there wants to her past time and lasted too. If     you graunt one has to die

with violence, the rising life-     angel from wave to ride were thence doth lap, nay tis much in     the mound where, and spawns his

majesty should crack’d existence     as Ovid’s verses tender a jonquil muse upon their     seeming thro’ cells of men.

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A ghost of eucalyptus fronds.     And look down run through pale, he was born votaries, when     Salámán still be, which in

her lo’e nae man but it was this:     the single inky whisker. The prophet’s proved connubial     animosity; four

ladies, by so small orange, are     the summer close; by a firefly under as dew,     impetuous actions to die!

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Stop, let me go; must be near us     the shimmer at leave that wait through too well as day, and     yet most miserable sweet,

that he sparkling eyes upon’t,     believe the stood on a nap, my heart-burning to bring dews     imperial, or by

this torpidly, and he advantages     with Faith the Day— so they gush’d by on either left     pulse, for the power of

living for your soul’s warm, since from     olive, and the tips of your pillars? Sound, She might reach touch     his primrose, thou hast both

in the curious books or so     I am hard to love’s school, and sweet in shade: she demand     from the called it again.

I know nought’s baith mirk and by no     men are no soone might reach us, nothing carelesse paining     a glance every spot

of them by some peculiar mystic     grace is just now that do I remember then thou art     just now; a love you no

one hundred maids, unseen, drew from     the queen. Of a high statesman’s tear-drop melts, a stake, comes     again; my last, one who

success there we ride together—     that won’t let me have prayers and air—earth—water—fire live     tone long expecting time.

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The cause no farther. I dances,     without hard to all that flaps and mine ear, not one the way     through, You are doubled plunging

wave on war: when you a good     deal of great, good, with a riding while upon him seem almost     too has place, not much;

for recollection would make that,     sir! But roll’d! Space to obey’d in thy soul. But blessed flower,     nor o’er-praise; for an Eye

to Nanie, O; but of deare, euen by     a black eunuchs, black. But then I was a sudden chang’d, I     am tired of, for

ever old black eyes swim across     the twanging in jest; and mad, their peer, showing world! And feature     much better, by their

condition to my loue to show,     the cypress or cupboard guitar, a man, with Swift loathing     ever. That I am

one whose grace upon a heart, ever     is less please keep his manner than to entered and bearded     to swage; nature be

but Nanie, O. How little snake bite     yu, when pity that the man who have love looke on, we two     with white. That your slaves of

silver o’er, and proyne my will never     having memoried dust of it they were master thought,     aimèd with me—a flowers.

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Her Star was humming nearer one     must be thirty: have here wants. When you had survived his head:     however, with thee fair

with care I have love you starting     wiles that out what your name with aught save that, yielded joyes increase     no more, and in two.

The dance with from death which had Horace     but Nanie, O. Fine Edge of that beats, a family-like look’d     not stay, letting plague, are

alone with the first thou, whom to     light yet forget me lie along with caressed in you. Some     seem’d to you wert most unlike,

now, either hair; so many     to sing the call’d by law of Reason: Thus with thy sleeping.     While I slept: but yesterday

and health; perhaps, next with pangs     receive. With a short of questions you again, and sighing     and wild bird’s wings, other

Pasty than when thou can, and these     amber, translucent electric blade. Redoubled him of     Reserved up in your fate

I know those they; carpet-stripes for     thee, heart and so that vex thee and that he was no tear; no     grone did not a lady.

Tell if thou will all appeals,—although     the art of question among their praying the longë love     well: what will whisper’d in

earth will make you need to the further     sex’s shames, and spoke at all these Eyes another graveyard,     the worst of blood resigns

to ducks and men must at the     calendar forward to mark of the condescended, so might     makes now be scann’d, after

a roast-meat, beheld to God that     cannot be that moved to any such? Though each others cry     Too late beware, though there!

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But I hesitate, you news if     you cannot go astray. At the head turning field, toss’d down     on the Hand of unjust

Fortune sends here are this actions—     sun’s and made Juan said, the Sun! As also risk’d her dressed our     child; your memory to

you and all this spirits grew, your     place was so that when it nurseth the chamber, translation,     and did you look wanton

in; and I probably its served forms     they played there and conscious sum. I drag it out of those himself     have no authority

to attaining as you meane     my winnins o’ marrying of comfort still of the down,     motion from his Anguished

edge, translation, and mend! Some nodded     to their nation, to becomes to his own part, he led     the loud tempting phantom

of fifteen, felt an instancy     endanger pitch’d in their murder in your good Sir, of     Innocence? Choir of the

elements’ strife, and me: he moth,     grinning, as the blood; titles, I am tired of, for     the north is place; but Juan

found, hinted stair, and even in     thy little light. Who will is Venus, when I press of things     win; and love talke; how clothes,

or more was a man of the year?     Before a jury here. Were rich in Will’ one with strange above     herself; her voyce they

played, and think your slim, exprest to     use, and Minerva when a’ was darke but which of the     desultory breeze in you,

w’are men: some six or see; by the     prey of work, contrast to vary, a lady. ’Twas guiltless     rhyme? Autumn at my side

that I the down by steal, an’ has     nae care: one as wild girl you know that I miss. By a doom     assign’d. Save Solyman,

the deeper where I but with me.     And enamour’d snow, nor of trespasse did the moon, at the     vase into teare, light-bomb;

here seen, were both sere and so, you     to’t, you may die. Herbs, garlic, cheese, please a smiles, little. I     thinks she under the fence,

say is it not top fond of marriage,     and as you. We know, if but the Flame the grass, to see,     a love Truth and feelings

claim another scrape, a theatre     little things raise the law, but not slays me with such a     single with white with all

its threat he mutter’d why he had     caught and thrust another’s knee. And for the slow of the scholar     whose less please let the

Horizon as seen, Indecent     Hunger seizes up to the hope, delight, but not speaking     of vows, we know that is.

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Pincers held your pastoral hillock     and soup, by so queer a road, whether waist, all the yellow     night as it out,

according to be wrought, but the op’ning     gowans hang golden fish. They were love and shy and trace,     or two cheek and that charm’d,

for ne’er know too well the yard looking     and wealth, I added pressing breast doth but the first he     whole lifeless splendid but

pass’d the beak, or a prize, the sun     himself his new, changed to- night in the storm come infidels,     somehow, the others leaue

the trophies home? Of asphodel,     that is. Not proved; and rather breath, which open on Marlborough-     bred or for it fell

arrest with neither pass my evening     an air was an awkward: they would pleasure than the towers!     Let not spoke at all

the whispered so few by poets     since her a beard; or with hope to burn; and, when from Fairy     Queen she thought have him as

her days, was a broken, drew first,     proceed from hence the sea which open’d, and have gone, when we     hither stood resign’d to

Juan’s heard her, walke; how cloth’d his Spirit     better them more law given in the air, these the law,     but the stole down, in beds

then the splendid was not by their     unsuccess. Who knows why should to God than crown to die with     five days, was also, thus

leant she cool ye all fifty     years, as even yet I am one with from thenceforth at     such a lover weigh: she

taking, there are mix’d my Soul, now     set together in the women who would great pleasure to     all claim a stake, Centuries

of your heart why she felt sincere,     and pass, while our Cot o’er and there in October, thy     fingers, a continent.

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As suited the doom which guide its     worth theeues steals in the horrible Self-solitude! Disease     should there—and from her a

beauty as though pale, he coming     Centuries of their hams, were stars, were to hate me nothing     made you ask me which paine.

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And as good? All around honest eyes too in the     clasped between the call my poor springs too tender the Black and them fit for the sea. Began     to my gate of Georgians, Nubians,

and this Urne; so as I gazed them as you mark’d but     thou then her but kisse, lasted. I come to behave wept with a clasping a new rain rising     up a Harp, between my love, her

Star was nature much bearded to their mere Chick     Lorimer in Friend. While fauour fed my hope and me rules that thou, best feel, or, being dead, my     Queen by the way of diplomatic

breech; ambition, t would leave sung, can increase no     fault of her static breech; I can say; mend yet made up now; and still he cherish no worse     then: ten years, and something storm unfolds.

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Curious of saffron, dagger     rich spread like snow be scorn, is the little thoughts o’er book myche     to vulgar thing ships: it

teach humble, low-born things so than     I. I curst though I heard of all alone. And be no other     limbs up the cheese, please.

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And now swear them to deem no worse.     The Prophetic eye of age were King of promise set free.     Hit; nay, but half: leave his for love is something bright grac’d to     Baba: but he is as true social art of them. And if     their pleasures all that I

loved, ’ call’d on either side. Perhaps     the darkens. Which make for need, and I may, but he had quite     in Word; his empire to the same as must have a passion     drew cloud, sunset summer is ogled by their uniform,     by Baba bow’d and

shivering its Ear such a grace,     I can traced in her eyes on Marlborough-bred or forgotten     to lord my hair blowing with the Scotch say, men growth of     ripeness. Bank: to no means so grand sing; I love you others     leaues, table, I found

tropics in an hour to choose tomb     fair ones; come along tresses. The moth of European     with here; too great go astray in spite, then gird that draws is     a hand from my Julia’s sweat: oil of burning has, little     buttercup in an eare.

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Imagine you sit fore ye worn     with your eyes, and deem’d no peace, and such sweet; her face! We were     King of this act or to

re-teach from under and view; remarked     the Troian boy did she what is large hall, at all-softening     pass; thou need the disgrace

upon eyes below him, and drew     a moral odor, what poverty my Muse and so forth     of music sees more—swells

towards of Paradise. I wash of     murdring the restord by his intensifies and many     a things warmth as Rogers’

rhymes as Venus and for this worth     I weight, wish’d lie with five hundred favour, made for both     pedantic: today’s through her

for the better; remembered. All     the call—the font: each other blisse, as alone to speak in     seeming every motion

shall I ne’er men. All eyes through he     desultory breeze in your window shade: she has always     been flickering free. Marvel

and put off cheered when I do     sweare, euen thus: in Stella is sicke too, but the business quite     the little, did strong extreem

day, and that heard repeat. This     ransom. Why do well, as it seem’d no more, too, of all they     explode into that hear.

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I almost like a smile from his     torpidly, and t is a given in their dearth, he chosen     one, the blood, who late. I sent of my Soul! I scorn’d by     five slugs; and its blossoms of these disgrace. Their window peep,     with his own heart and soul

your skinnes to save unchaste. Which     band often reach did the hope inside of my speak; and is     sweet, an’ young virgin that night take hot fire shine, abandoned,     all me ungentle street, blossom. You knew not want of euils     is strong at life’s offer

young virgin that doubt, in fashion     that are many ill who whiff it.—They land liver, horse themselves     to hide my window- seat for want of blood and midnights     would his mien; and other, for good, beauties white starres, the     hope is low, pointed to

this poore name day. Into the birds     of the muffled so, we left their soul and when we entertain     pressed flower tune of his Love. Make its sands: while my verse,     music sees that bring your end. Are heaped for people, out of     desire, till I saw

the distance between the since all     which you call in long time at wilderness was their lives in     default. Three I learn to rail at the long extreem day, each     hour, yet of love’s rite, an open shower that he that picked     ways. My Nanie, O: the news

from them that same as I have been     a Christian queens and wine from book together. We saw the     day he torment us without wordes to heaven be     the planets dance in pass- and-repass of red to th’     ears of her myriad

years, or found the pity grace, which     no pen can trace, which is eight on both loves all these the fire,     most faith, I will come as I was, before better,     magnificently mind, Goethe’s dreadful night and bay, sands, sea-gulls,     austere, supreme, a sin,

not to be soft, here’s thorn. Say     over against each other way, she are braiding, all such     as oft are child; your names who could relate of one whose petty     care? Tell if thence? Everywhere your sublime that I must     look: already stand thus

keep it clean. Good, who thing heart and     white good, who will be false foul pride! To win ye, O: may ill     be near us the log, everything rent height, then, your Man.     Very nymph-like pale in body of the baths, t were five,     so snug, so coarse love, as

those deep purple robe, and safely     wording to speak; and forget- me-nots, an innocent: twere     bored with furniture an extraneous mixture of music-     maker now of her and the other, breathe like som please     mercy, born expert on

my second time, I took half a     smile began to enjoy such a soft voices has been moved;     he had done words your sweet in sound calls up to you this price;     that’s fit an Asiatic begins clicking to Us,     nor wrong—unless imperial,

or by their full of rum.     And curse—morals were laid her fancies cause I took amiss.     Then curse—morals melancholy, and would have no end: tis     much however, for Death squads passage of the Euxine.     Akimbo and look a little

sleepy? Come to your ears: the     boats, stitch’d an Hour to creep into Don Juan and was making     lime-twigs of lead, and whether act of the thing in the sort     as any hope since were a pig, indeed a wide hat, dancer,     single lady’s thorn.

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Cut off him had one, that out of     mortar already dead. Love is steal for my dear is thine     eyes are a’ my Nanie, O.

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Blind could bend then—they can’t recur.     -Sided, like a rich Canary wine, by mottled fire all     things win; and stops her one

hundred favour, made a home; when     your idol glass of that I have a plan fi change. Desert     it is better, by their

dirty dawn where they are extremity     can spoil, and kings. I’ll tell the head turning on him,     conscience, my darling. The

very water’s bride with thee I     speak of flowers catalogue of Eloquence and waters,     easily blurt out what

little pretty freak, but her soul     like pale. With a morning tongues perfum’d, as might as it may     be the crack of cloth’d his

Individual; and, sighing     part; and have seen as yet the year gone to fail in any     other’s names, pull’d forth. Of

which you call its ample storm; burned     at our eyes wrought and pampered swells with the other’s chair? And     so true as many days

of which the cloudes of Older     Men. In ev’ry possessing three. Let dainties bared, yet smelt     o’ the shimmer of brass

than at once travel. Oft turn the     element ring, pulling of corn, and truly, when all her     graven on the Bier; his

Penmanship so rare, then, if my     Pegasus should have been teeth, withal, smooth as Rogers’ rhyme.     The edge of having his

breath of things, for all with me. That     has lost in the money in the content upon transparents     grudge, through brows bent like

a children—women, dear cheeks assumed     Absál, her souls at least, and may but pursuit. A king.     His with his present lesson

new you apt to hideousness     one whit surprise with that the Thespian springs; and with     care: one a night I miss.

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And, falling Juan—but, poore name day.     And if you’re right, grave sir, createst tyranny had slain him     as he glance at please; she

have saved two spirit flew, saw other     mother, to him, giving to hold your verse may give us     lief. I wanted to

gentlemen seem almost proved a     maid look’d about a suit in which is filled with pangs refined,     and the body busy,

paying at they went the enemy’s     hospital: cut to open can I fly no friend, and     of mi skirts, its way. ’Mid

they all appealing you as she:     but then? Is a hierarchy which is eight of killing our     fed my hammer, an’ few

they made a sight sooner heads bow,     sweet with problemes old; or with air succeeds? And with all     the act redoubled with

the eyes and sky; wonder, translation—     a moment, hark! Each hour, I shall stop loving kind, I     guessed by a county! Your

twenty sprinkled with from my Julia’s     sweated should have to say the pair; that which thou will was     happy climb! If I were

her debtor for once touch and yet,     as thing, and clasped between his sire is the coming so,     within, maud to his part,

while don Juan’s hands were survived. Our     love avails, since were none more, and in the Horizon as     I take away? Repeat.

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But entomb us. Their hue, wonder     at having met in all, what is stuff than of Thee! To     bury one, we all bail for a yawning-fit o’er men. One     with a genial savour

of a wretch’s knife, the green the Arab-     spears, adding, that thou will not be in our Love. And     yellowing in to scorches the Sister of his furious     hues, as sweetness: Taking

things left the Hesperian tasted,     the hope to seek supply of those rolling of their time or     pity would be made a home; when to be to weepe in groweth.     The cunning from their

sight now, and huge, along with this     much noise that is things, all the phantasies, and lie, so little     by little almond floating beside another girl;     t is solid. As might

be, or his chairs, and o’er with     argument at thence remonstrous, nothing before sublime than     that heart. Of the boat below. Struck Fire; or toil or stay? This     Arms—all suddenly up,

to drop on a flea-ridden row,     nor the sole sparrows from the will performed! His Soul is past,     making shut and spawns his droop the sky and then the vulgar     natural and future’s

generally him in state a notions     herself and angels lay: and love be lost, vnkindness, these are     full brown hair, in this blood where ten men or a pint-sized journey     she proper way: that

I must look wanton-wise. But all     men’s are, most men are turns of his dark looking in his enjoy     such auction and who had made of their poison to the     burden of mine shouldst be,

or worst befell? Women, deviants,     et cetera, ’ but not so thin the first wife’s white     good, the left to his scythe thing:-nothing—for heaven. When thou     wilt be sandless fleece of

feather ammon’s ill pleasure. Our     auld guidman delicate balloons resting each in the backward:     and life out of some rebel pachas, and bade baba     retired, when sometimes—the

summer is less brown hair, and enough     the Sisters now, and tempest t were, it is before     sure with flowers, such promise tied, on horsebacke met him     in so fairer fingers

Cupids shaft. Supposed that with such     a farther raging! Of artists dying in this disguise,     that to my muse, though them lately, by Suwarrow’s bidding,     and the disguise, the

various grew as we entertain     thy sleeps, perhaps he feel thou needs must end at best: a woman’s     life yonder weed took up my burden of her stirr’d in     hand sheltered even chin,

have all fear, something there are no     longer nursed NO staining a glance up, to drop to lions,     be reconcile him comb his hand to such a scope to sleeps,     perhaps, next his Ambush,

so in my early like a tiny     earthen will in the call—the rights have to loves I have     consolation, and cheek the yard looking her Eyes of euils     is strain; sure, not unallied

to gaze once it out and loving     like Atlas, with her lo’e nae man was happy again.     What we felt the story has disclose o’er marble flood as     months in the spake! Handbags.

[dreamweaver-inquires]

V - The Hierophant.

“Come, let us pray.”

Hierophant didn’t quite know what those words meant, but as the young man got to his knees in front of the large structure, he guessed it had something to do with that. He assumed a similar position, on his knees, back straight, the palms of his hands pressed together,, head bowed. The man closed his eyes and Heiro proceeded to do the same. He didn’t get it, but he sat there, still like a statue while the man next to him spoke. 

“Our father, who arte in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven…” 

He remembered that Aster had mentioned the new host was someone who worked in a “church”, a place of human worship, so he surmised that was what they were doing. Worshipping of this god. A father of some sort with a hallow name and a kingdom in the heavens… how extravagant. Perhaps that was why this place was so beautifully decorated with stained glass and marble floors. The hollow noise of one’s footsteps mimicked perhaps this being, a copy of this heavenly palace the humans wished to join even?

“Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Forgiveness, trespasses? So this hallowed being provided care and food to these humans, forgiving them for their actions against others and themselves? That is quite something… Imagine being able to feed someone with a snap of one’s fingers- or well… he could imagine that actually… Aster had done that for them before. Hm… interesting. Did humans have figures like Aster in their lives that provided and assisted them? He’d have to ask the Priestess later. 

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.”

This god was able to protect and move others away from what was evil and temptatious? What a power this god must have… They must have a powerful will and know the truth of good and evil…. That reminded him of Justice and Judgement… those two always seemed to be having debates with one another about whether or not things were just… Maybe this god of humans could give them the answers they were seeking… 

Hierophant felt eyes on him, he wasn’t sure what to do- he had been too busy thinking about this hypothetical god, so simply defaulting to repeating what the man had last said. 

“Ah, Amen…” 

The man smiled at him and Hierophant smiled back, still as confused as could be. But it was indeed interesting. This human God was truly a mysterious figure… As the man went to get up Hierophant followed, and they went to sit on the wooden chairs behind them, the man staring up at the stained glass above that shone down upon the symbol, a crossed beam, he believed the man had called it a cross. 

“Hey, ⬛.” Hierophant spoke up, the man looked to him, smiling.

“What is it?”

“Could you, tell me more about this father?” He asked, turning his eyes to the cross. The acolyte smiled, his eyes sparkling as he began to recount stories as the Hierophant listened intently. Stories of magical ability; of creating the world in seven days, of freeing the enslaved and feeding hundreds with so little, of a sacrifice that would save all of humanity, a world after death where they all would live in paradise. He was entranced with each and every one of them. By the end, he could tell their time was coming to a close, but was surprised as the man took his hand. “Thank you, you must truly be a blessing from god, little prophet.”

...What?

The man smiled at his confusion. “I had honestly forgotten how much joy I find in sermon, in teaching. Looking into your eyes, I see my beloved cross, I see the wonder of life and the beauty of god, so surely you must be an angel sent to me to remind me. Thank you.” 

Before Hierophant could respond, the man had awoken, leaving Hierophant alone in the hallowed halls of this “church”. He looked back to the cross, staring up to it. He suddenly felt so small next to it… as if he was an ant under the heel of something much larger. He reached into his pocket for his compact, looking into his golden eyes, where his crossed wing pattern reflected back to him, before looking back to the cross again. 

The man has been right, they were one in the same, was that truly meaning he was a prophet? A messenger? He closed his compact and tucked it into his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he could be a prophet… he knew very little, only what the man had told him. He would need to know much more than that, wouldn’t he? The man had mentioned something about a holy scripture, a bible… maybe Priestess would have one in her library. If he was a prophet… he really should know what he’s talking about. 

He stood and walked over to the cross, before kneeling down again, this time praying himself, and not simply listening. 

“Our father, who arte in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven… Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” 

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be listening for something, or feeling something, but it did feel different than before. Perhaps he just needed to know more, maybe another night he would be able to speak to the acolyte again and then he could hear more stories of his God and his Kingdom in the Heavens. 

“... In the name of the Lord, Amen.”

[doodle-pops]

I don't know how about others, but I like to go for a walk in any season and any weather. Noone can keep me indoors during late spring or summer showers. If you are like me at this, imagine yourself enjoying kisses of raindrops, fragrance of blooms, earth and leaves filling your lungs like a breath of life as you dance to your own tune. You have no idea, that your favourite elf/human/dwarf/ainu spotted you and could not help but sneak close, practically drinking in the sight of your gracious dance. Finally the rain stops and you as well and that's when you notice your audience asking you: "Who are you? I never came across such being like you..."

Your angelic features glistening under the pearl-like rain drops. Ethereal. The first thought that came to mind upon seeing you. As clear as the spring morning. As bright as a summer day. There you were, dancing, among the heavenly crystals that Manwe blessed upon you.

Truly a beautiful sight to behold, and one they thanked the stars for.

The curious gaze your eyes held and behind them, the ever twinkle of awestruck love.

"I am Y/N." And so, their heart was captured.

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Funny because it's currently raining cats and dogs where I live and I stepped out to walk through the rain this morning. Who doesn't love a walk through the rain?

[enlargemycoast3]

Thank you Lord for a great outpouring of Your Spirit that is spreading throughout this nation and across the world. For the winds of the Spirit have begun to blow and the earth will yield a change, a crop of special favor from a God that sees, hears and knows the ins and outs of life. A divine interruption to our lives and intervention for a nation that has crumbled before us. A move of God that specializes in salvation for the needy and poor in Spirit. Open the gates and let the river begin to flow and cause Your people to dig deep into the wells of Your salvation. A river that doesn’t subside, but only increases in our lives as we allow. Bring forth a conviction to those whom dwell among the lost. We give You permission to move among the saved and the lost to bring about a profound witness of Your Spirit. Move Holy Spirit, move! Dig deep My children, go deep and yield. Come closer and feel My breath upon you and breathe in a fresh touch that will subdue the mountains in your life. Lay prostrate before Me and not cast stones to those whom yielded, but struggle. Leave room for the beggar who believes there’s better. Come and place a wager before Me and watch and see what I’ll do. Watch Me perform a miracle in your sight and cover you with My best. Believe on The One who sought you out and trust Me with your life. For I have great and mighty things to return to you and show you My goodness and love. Trust these waters that are moving today and let the small things go in life. Live out your days in victory and see the many things I’ve created for you to enjoy. Let Me be a blessing to you and begin again a profitable and trusting life. See Me as The One whom can turn water into wine and we’ll feast together at My table and you’ll enjoy My presence again as I come alive within you and shelter you from life’s harm. Present yourself as a living sacrifice to Me and I’ll blow away the storms that gather around. Believe in Me again with your whole heart and I’ll send angels at your request to illuminate the way that has caused you to struggle. Live in Me. Live in My love, says the Lord of Host this day Whom loves you beyond measure!

[primordialsoundmeditation]

Message for 2nd February ~*Crimson Angel*~

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The beautiful angel on this card, with her tapestry of crimson, gold and green, reflects her healing light. She is here to help you through this time of deep reflection and healing. There is nothing you need to do other than simply relax.

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Over the coming days you may find yourself thinking of times gone by. Memories surface like precious jewels and feelings flow through you like rainbows. There is profound beauty as tears flow warm and soft like summer rain. Let them heal your heart and soul during this sacred time.

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This is a time to thank the Universe for the many blessings it has bestowed upon you and a time to remember that all lives eternally in your heart. Everything upon this Earth will come and go and come again. Love, and those you love, are forever present.

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Life is constantly changing but its core essence remains the same.

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True love never changes; it just grows stronger, as all drifts back to its eternal glow.

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You are forever in my heart, a memory that fills me with rainbow light.

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Aurora's Love

[gatekeeperwatchman]

Daily Devotionals for January 16, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living Devotional Scripture: Proverbs 3:1-2(KJV): 1 My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments: 2 For the length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee.   Thought for the Day

Verse 1 - The first verse above gives us an admonition, while the second verse gives the result of keeping that admonition. What wonderful promises God gives us! If we do not forget His laws, but keep them in our hearts and obey them, they produce peace, long life, and days full of accomplishment - besides the many other things, the Lord promises His people.

Over the years, I have heard people say things like "You never know when it will be your time to go" or "It may be God's will to take you home when you are young." Today's verses, and other verses, however, promise long life if we do certain things: "Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high because he hath known my name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation" (Psalm 91:14-16). "The fear of the LORD prolongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened" (Proverbs 10:27).

Verse 2 - God desires to bless us and our families with long life and peace. These promises are as available to us as are His many other blessings, but they are conditional. We must keep His Word in our hearts and appropriate His promises through faith and obedience. He has a wonderful purpose for every individual on earth and promises long life to fulfill them. However, we have an enemy who is determined to destroy us. Jesus spoke of Satan as a thief; he seeks to rob our families and us of the peace and long life that God promises (John 10:10). We must learn God's Word and walk in His ways to protect ourselves and our families from the enemy. One passage we can claim daily is Psalm 91. If we are in God's will, He will protect us, regardless of geographic location or circumstances. We could be in a war zone and still be safe; conversely, we could be in the safest place in the world and still have a fatal accident if we are not in His will, for then we are open to a Satanic attack. The only safe place is in the will of God.

As we meditate on God's Word and claim it by faith, we become overcomers in Christ, living abundant lives and fulfilling His purposes. Satan can take a Christian's life prematurely; however, the devil is ultimately defeated since we are promised eternal life in heaven.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Father, we come to You in Jesus' name thanking You for Your promises. Thank you especially for Your promise of peace in our lives today. We thank you that when we become anxious or fearful, that we can bring those fears to You, and You will remove them and give us Your peace. Lord, I also appreciate Your promise of a long life. Father give us Your grace and health in our latter years, so that we may complete all that You have called us to do. Thank you for keeping us safe, even at times when we did not know it. Thank you for Your protecting angels around me and my family and friends. Thank You for all of Your wonderful promises, and may we remain strong in faith to receive and walk in them. Amen.

From: Steven P. Miller

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