ahnyeonghaseyo
Wearing his red uniform, the officer stood at the front door with a stern, cold expression on his face. The very appearance of oppression. "Might I come in to talk?"
I entered the hallowed halls of the court of the King of the North, and found myself in awe of the rich, ornate furnishings throughout.
A hundred men stood upon the battle field, surrounded by a thousand spectators - all in it to see blood spilled upon the ground, a show of blood, guts, and bravery. The life of each gladiator was in the hands of the emperor.
She sat at her desk across the hall from mine; but our eyes often met, as we looked for something more than paperwork, keyboards, and cubicles.
It was a cool, blue morning, with the sun just on the horizon. We flew across the waves in our speedboat, as dolphins played across the bow. We saw one jump out of the water and flip, a full 540 degrees.
The onna bugeisha, sword attendant for the daimyo
fair in beauty, and swift and graceful with the sword
her honor in the glory of their lord.
The flame flickers and fans, to a blaze that consumes the funeral pyre. A bold warrior who gave his all, his life consumed by the passion in his heart.
Thunderous, dark clouds hover in the skies. Rain drops drip pitter-patter on the old rooftop. My mind and my heart, in distant lands.
I went out this morning to capture birds and band them, actually. It was for my vertebrate biology class. Our teacher did most the work (you have to be certified), though, but still we set up the net, identified the birds, etc.
Hey batter, batter - and, pitch the ball to the catcher. Strike thr-reee, you're out!
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