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Nakiso da Torn.
Da so...
Ani mada kono yadaris mida. Torn, hikai, ose... na di... di nare... unhi. Unhi mao yisol. Otoris noki kada se nis mo. Yande urahas makisol sodonis.
The rain come, and water to fire. Silence is deep, hidden in sound, and I listen for thing that is not spoke with word. In silence, I feel fear, bind and hidden with brave word, but fear remain deep in heart.
Much fear, and the magic does not flow. This is thing I not understand. She is girl, hurt inside but they fear we hurt her more.
I do not understand why we do that. I do not...
The greenhouse grow much. Life wake again, fruit and nut drink my light, drink the sun and rain, and so green. Seed from last fall of item are many strange. Some that grow vine, it climb wall, bear many fruit. Small, purple. Bitter taste, but alive and leave good taste, fresh. They are small, plump, full of fruit. Others similar, sin-a-mins, dark, leave good stain. Sweet though. Not vine either. Orange, yellow and green squash grow, next to potato and carrot. Bulma, your strawberry break soil, grow swift as it drink much light. I plant peanut bean plant also.
[ooc translation: They take him away. Torn.
They...
There are so many thing inside that hurt. Torn, the lake, the scream... I feel, I felt... lost. Such loss. The song has gone away. Far to where ears cannot hear.]
[Enjoy your grapes and black currents for autumn fgts<333]
Da so...
Ani mada kono yadaris mida. Torn, hikai, ose... na di... di nare... unhi. Unhi mao yisol. Otoris noki kada se nis mo. Yande urahas makisol sodonis.
The rain come, and water to fire. Silence is deep, hidden in sound, and I listen for thing that is not spoke with word. In silence, I feel fear, bind and hidden with brave word, but fear remain deep in heart.
Much fear, and the magic does not flow. This is thing I not understand. She is girl, hurt inside but they fear we hurt her more.
I do not understand why we do that. I do not...
The greenhouse grow much. Life wake again, fruit and nut drink my light, drink the sun and rain, and so green. Seed from last fall of item are many strange. Some that grow vine, it climb wall, bear many fruit. Small, purple. Bitter taste, but alive and leave good taste, fresh. They are small, plump, full of fruit. Others similar, sin-a-mins, dark, leave good stain. Sweet though. Not vine either. Orange, yellow and green squash grow, next to potato and carrot. Bulma, your strawberry break soil, grow swift as it drink much light. I plant peanut bean plant also.
[ooc translation: They take him away. Torn.
They...
There are so many thing inside that hurt. Torn, the lake, the scream... I feel, I felt... lost. Such loss. The song has gone away. Far to where ears cannot hear.]
[Enjoy your grapes and black currents for autumn fgts<333]