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Post by Laiqualassiel on Apr 19, 2006 20:20:52 GMT -5
((if you read my joining form you'll recognise this post XDDD))
Laiqualassiel descended the steep stairs that scaled a high cliff overlooking the valley of Rivendell. She stopped at the peak, where a smallish gazebo made up of intertwined laces of white wood looked out over everything. The height, which would have fazed most people, seemed quite normal to her. The silence and aloneness that the concealing evening fog provided was comforting when life got hectic in the world below. At this time of day (and at this height) all was silent and perfectly still. Laiqualassiel sat leisurely on a small bench, eyes closed. The cool dampness of the moving fog felt good on her face, and for a few moments all cares about anything left her. She had solitude for the first time in a long while.
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