This story was partially inspired by nature and part of it from watching too much Miyazaki movies. But it is all my own. The story is indeed very sad, and super emotional. But I am aiming to make it one for publishing! ::hopes, hopes, hopes::
So the reason why I'm writing this tis that I need inspiration. And not in the way your thinking either. True bound, real blood, inspiration. All of your work inspires me to try something new and beyond with my writing. So I thought I should do the honor and credit you wonderful people for that. But if you have any new inspirations ( Worlds and Nature loved ) then please drop me a note.
Note to what happens: 1. I look at the picture x33 2. I branch off the picture and form new ideas. 3. BOOM INSPIRATION!








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Marie
=macro-club
*Photo--Assignment
*Shutter-Vision
=Close-Ups
=Closeup-Photography
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The white symphony - The song of Hope -
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I sense owls in the moss...
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Time to Climb. Climbing moutains...trees...anything I see. ^-^
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I sense owls in the moss...
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The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.
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