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EA-LEC Mission 1EA-LEC Ryan Mission 1: Idoke An 18-year-old boy walked into the inn from the back. ‘Curiouser and curiouser,’ he thinks to himself. It’s been a while since he’s seen an arcane portal. Not since he was young. He walks through the kitchen into the dining area and he sees someone limp to the front door. He has spiky ears, long, white hair, dark skin…and a large gash along his stomach. “I’ve got to…help…” the man says, “got to…” The boy runs up to the man, catching him as he EA-LEC Mission 1
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The Butterflies Fly BehindI saw and was puzzled by my sister playing alone in the yard. She wandered, swinging, a butterfly net on a long pole but with the net behind her – walking like a blind man with his cane, the pole end moving rhythmic left and right and left and always the net moving in time behind. I wondered, how can she expect to catch even the slowest bug with the wrong end of the net? But then I thought how often the butterflies fly behind. Like ripples fraying from a speeding boat, where we only see in retrospect, but without our thinking of them &nb The Butterflies Fly Behind
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Reflections of the SoulReflections of the Soul

I wanna show you my inner self. I was in bed, stood up, open my computer, and I'm wandering here.
My soul, vivid, alive.
I live out of this world. My secret garden.
I've met faeries, dwarves, little folks. When I wander through the depths of my soul, I'm alive, more than ever. I wander through lands of hope. The marvelous is revealed. I see my friends. We're souls-sisters and brothers. They are here surrounded me, as they surround us all... But do YOU see them? Do you feel them? Lucky are those who can. &nbs Reflections of the Soul
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Resting on the SunYour sanity rests on the sun, — hot and livid. The world seemingly worthless, — a migraine from stupidity.
Your frustration burning against your forehead, your patience grows thin in rebellion, — your mind rebelling against hostility, resting on the sun. Resting on the Sun
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Metepan!! I

Thu Mar 19, 2009, 8:14 PM

His Jacket smells like pepper.
He smells like mint.
Hair like vanilla sweet and light.
His skin smooth like chocolate and soft like peaches.
His lips are sour and simple as apples.
He is kind and caring always attentive to others.
He is a panda, fun to hug and warm and safe.
Creative and intelligent, I want to be the first to read his novels.
He walks casually yet he seems so sophisticated.
His words make me feel inferior and foolish.
His actions make me laugh.
His expressions make me smile the entire day.
Just to see him or hear his voice;
I can do almost anything.
He is Metepan, My LOVE.
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