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rains on projected to begin just about
And, believe me - I gave them all my dreams!
I look forward to every day that tomorrow pour,
must dance like a shaman - in the same neurosis.

true that a non-flying weather.
storm for me - mother of many children:
Hiding from many in the dense clouds
something nice how to think and dream!

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Subtitles 4x13 - 6x04

LAST fanfiction for





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I finished the table and for this I have to thank first phoenixwillow
and then through the comments to fanfiction, as is well known to every comment received your self-confidence grows and the desire to write grows, and finally thanks to my muse or voluntary Involuntary:)

Title: Saved Soul .

Fandom: Xena - the warrior princess
Torque:
x Xena Gabrielle Prompt:
065. Half Season

Rating:
For All

References: None in particular

Notes: Drabble (still betare) PoV Xena
Word Count:
100 (approx.) Disclaimer:

The characters of Xena, Gabrielle, etc etc are copyright of MCA / Universal Pictures Renassiance. These characters have been used without the consent of the authors, but not for profit. Table: TABLE With you everything is summer. Your smile is warm, your hair like the sun. I loved you before, I hated it, I cried but never for you. First there was winter, cold in my soul and then, nothing. Nothing like an eternal stretch of seasons like autumn leaves in the summer slip away with remorse and the knowledge that all we have to wait too long, so much to forget love, her warmth. Before you all was well. Everything forgotten, the impediments against the insecurity of not knowing most of the summer and not being able to do more than separately. Now my soul is saved, and is no longer half a season.

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not afraid

Finally, I am not afraid
Words in my insides
They - my eternal goods,
Without them, can not climb.

Finally, I am not afraid
and people in his face
managed, I do not dvoyus, -
And put my nose in the door.

of whether that death
questioningly puchit eyes,
figs with a new branch
Tychu with earth to heaven?