The GlenThe humming of the mourners rose and fell like the tides, echoing off the moss covered rock and mingling with the rush of water. The Saint was bourne across the bridge of natural rock, above the cascade. His had clutched a sprig of rosemary, and a silver carving – the Celtic cross- shone bright against the coarse cloth he wore. The humming became deeper, like the whispers of the earth itself. The voice of the water, under the bridge, roared even louder in anticipation. The Saint was set down, where one end of the natural rock bridge met a sheer cliff. One by one, men crossed the bridge to kneel by his side, bent low by the angry wind, leThe Glen
Gasp! Shock! Horror!
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. Once I'm done fiddling with the settings on my camera, i'll probably be putting up some photos of my shiny looking Tau aswell. Hell, I might even write something for once, and put it up... then maybe I could fly a talking dog to the moon 
You know who i am don't u
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Dance of the Cucumber =]
Kiss Me First, We'll Work it Out Later
its rachel... this is ewan jones... right?
sorry if it isnt lol
x x x
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*:. Luvs n Hugs .:*
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This be cap'n Slag! Scourge o' the galaxy! And runner up in Saucy Slete's homemade butterscotch competition!
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dum de dum
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This be cap'n Slag! Scourge o' the galaxy! And runner up in Saucy Slete's homemade butterscotch competition!
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dum de dum
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dum de dum
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