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  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • about an angel - chapter 3 at storywrite
    Six o'clock could not have come fast enough for me the next day. I waited all day, looking all but constantly at the clock on the wall above the door. At exactly 5:37, I decide
  • about an angel - chapter 2 at storywrite
    I had been a sort of ghost in society up until this point. I roamed freely and did as I pleased until I had to leave, then I tried to find a new point of interest I could pursu
  • about an angel - chapter 1 at storywrite
    As I said before, I was born in England. As soon as an angel comes into being, they must choose a name for themselves. To fit in as much as possible, things like employment, na

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  • on He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats, on September 3, 2004
    this is a poem written of such deep emotion toward one loves but unattainable that it's not only endearing, it's heart-wrenching. i etched this into a pot i once made in a ceramics class because i found it so beautiful. i gave it to the man that is now my husband when i felt i had nothing left to offer him. it made him cry when he read it, and now it's made me cry all over again thinking about that moment. he told me that even if i had nothing at all, i would still have me, and that was enough. it was at that moment i told him i woudl marry him, and he could have all i had to offer for the rest of our lives. we've been married for over a year now and i feel this poem had something to do with it. it's one of the most beautiful pieces i've ever read, and i love it very dearly.

    there is nothing more beautiful than love this pure. when one wishes for more to give so they could have another forever, the love runs very deep and true. no one should ask of another for more than that.