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miyustar11
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07-09-2011, 02:36 AM
Lydia Marshall
Lydia walked around letting her her stream behind her in the wind.She could smell others but couldn't find them.She kept walking trying to find the others. She always loved nature and walking in it so she did not mind the long walk at all. Lydia sat down at the base of a tree and started to sketch out a old, brown oak.
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