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Post by nova on Apr 9, 2008 19:28:23 GMT -6
six moons ago...
Nova strolled into the graveyard, some what uncomfortable, and sat atop a random gravestone. She recalls her parents stories and stares up at the sky. StarClan.. if you do exist, then... i wish for you to give me the strength to survive without my parents, I miss them very much, but I know that they want me to be happy... so I want to try.. for them... so please StarClan.. grant me the strength to be happy...a tear streamed down her small face. help me through my time of need...
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