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It all felt like a dream, the perfect landscape, the attention to detail, all that lark. after having a look around i turned around and took a step back to see the lucky root tree in all of its magnificence.
Project Raven: Unauthorized Access
lark retorted as he sat down on the massive machine that took up most of the room. "i say we bunker down here and wait for help to arrive.
True Beauty
But yet see we begin to truly see, to see with our souls, the nightingale is silenced, and the lily once again hides, as the lark's harsh cry is carried o're the lighting sky.
Collection of equine themed poems
Scrambling up bareback, that forbidden lark, now the gate is latched and you graze alone. **_dance with me_** a stable houses many heads, well groomed manes and tails.
Ode to Pollution
When not wasting paper or laughing at yuppies he's igniting coal fires and kicking cute puppies chemical contaminates are simply sublime poisoning reservoirs one at a time clear-cutting forests sounds like a lark while a chainsaw symphony
"The Thin Line," Part KK
The enemy could stop miles away, it could stop at lark's rise, or it could press forward across the mill river."
"The Thin Line," Part GG
After dinner and evesong, i wandered back to the forts and had a look out toward lark's rise. there was a figure at the very crossing, lying at its ease in the gloaming.
The Outlander 3 24
We're more far away than anybeast has been from mossflower and i bally well don't find any of this lark funny, wot!" george stag hare had now materialized next to them with cheek trailing behind him.
Under Their Own Moon
A vixen was promly jarred from his mind at a flash a white that dashed past him with a slight giggle, followed by another brown flash, the kitten and her friend having a lark around the dance ring.
Open Season Chapter 49: Ghosts Of The Past
"it was just something i did for a lark, really. it _was_fun..." "_daaaam_, i knew you were _hot_. but a _lingerie model!_" kel licked her finger and touched her hip, making a sizzling sound... they both laughed.
Home for the Holiday (AS "O")
But he didn't care, he was happy as a lark, happy enough to actually lay an egg. he was heading home to conrad. his jolly song echoed off the hard walls of the hallway leading to their shared flat.
"The Thin Line," Part TT
I sincerely hoped the bastards were as tired and weary as we were, especially with the lack of shelter in lark's rise.