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the fire crackles, with warmth on my hand, I pull it away from the heat, pouring water over it all, all that is left is a scar on my hand.

Posted By Sarah S On 05.06.2013 @ 8:23 am

The sweet somber mood filled the air. Leaves ruslting in the chilly afternoon breeze. I glanced over to see the lake sparking under the sunset. Steam rose from the cup that was shortly lifted to my lips, filling my body with a brillant warm and fuzzy feeling.

Posted By Sarah S On 04.30.2009 @ 5:33 pm

The water was soft and sparkly as the sun began to set. This was it. I sat on the beach and watched them paddle out. I would have never guessed that I would have gotten up and left him there, but i did. Leaving my footprints in the sand.

Posted By Sarah S On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

she was as delicate as a bird in the ocean. if there were birds in the ocean more like a swn, but then again she was performing swan lake. she was skinny and the boy lifting her up had to be careful as if at any moment she could shatter intto a million peices

Posted By sarah s On 02.14.2010 @ 10:37 am