NewHope

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Of those who say nothing, goats are silent. — Thomas Neill

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Drink something I hate... ugh... milk... Would you rather only be able to write one word or be able to say one word?

You would try and kill me... sucks up water from the bogs and starts smacking around like the Whomping Willow. Namedy and Phillauthet are smacked off their feet.

That's not even bad... my great-grandmother was Maria Isabella Helena Janse van Rensburg. Somebody really wanted to make writing her name hard. Elizabett (Afrikaans Name!)

I only laugh at myself and force myself to laugh when someone tells a joke...

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Hey there, Phillauthet! Good to see you back. How's life going?

#103 Sunrays The grass sways slowly Across the glimmering lake And birds flit through it

#102 Plastic Scream The sound rattles me Like a heart screaming quietly Upon the plastic screen

#101 How It All Began Dear Joan Today wasn't too bad, it was quite okay. I'm glad to hear that you are finally past that silly fear. Do you still ...

#100 The Fib (To be edited in)

#99 Fair And Square A square Flows Into a rectangle That divides into triangles And rounds off into circles Slowly building up a cylinder With love Drawing only the curvature ...

#98 Young The night starts quiet Then the bats come out Parading the sky Like a carnival of winged rodents Every predator slowly exercises Sore limbs and aching muscles Yawning ...