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At first there was nothing straight enough for Connor to use. However soon a sturdy oak tree presented itself to him. Near the middle was a branch that was almost perfectly straight. A warm wind blew through the woods. The leaves rustled and a squirrel rustled from overhead. The perfect azure sky was cloudless. The woods were warm but had a slight nip in the air, and every so often a colder wind would blow in. The leaves of the oak tree he was going to take a limb from shook its majestic crown in the wind, and a few acorns dropped on Connor's head.
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Status: Life screwy here so I am going to be taking a break from aelyria. I will be back to full steam on the 16th.
Last edited by Ceniel; January 3, 2008 at 08:48 PM.
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