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and all the roads we have to walk along are winding
the fire in your heart is out
hey, don't write yourself off yet 
5th-Oct-2006 10:42 pm
a Girl and a Dragon
The cool air reeked of autumn. Grass blades quivered against the breeze as they shimmered a fresh green, revitalized from fall rains. Small, white flowers peeked their presence about the large, elongated property as they flourished in the month of October. If one would look closely enough and let their heart be captured, sparkling specks of light would be caught floating casually away from these delicate petals. A certain eerie feeling could be distinguished in a moment of silence if one had senses sharp enough to detect such a subtle part of nature's magick. Faeries loomed amongst the wild gardens, dancing and festing to their delight, just enough human management to keep nature in check while letting earth, air, sun and rain play with the elements.

The earth was uneven, mounting upwards and curving downwards. Some sections were seeded with grass while others were open to the elements. Dead pine leaves, a rusty copper-brown, were scattered and mixed upon the ground, dirt and twig creating a soft cushiony layer. Large pine trees obviously adorned this section of the fenced-in property, with numerous stumps, razed closely to the ground, reminding the large trunks of past brothers that once equally shared the land. Humans treaded upon such soils, the beauty neglected with just enough management so no unwelcomed disturbances would arrive by fault of winds or snow uprooting unwanted pines. The family occupying the large property had settled 13 years ago, but the Natsu's were not foreigners to L'Iola. In the late 1800's, the first Natsu came from Italy and made his life in such a humble grove. And since then the times had changed, but in the hands of a woman, more change would come about.


A bead of sweat rolled down from the side of her forehead as she looked up from her work. The last piece of paint had been chipped off, an affair that had taken 12 days. But as Leah scanned the 12 putput holes, she smiled in satisfaction. Now the painting could begin.
Back in the day her house had been a well-known restaurant, the large property formatted with 18 putput holes adding to the business.
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