Her threads were Love. Perhaps Love was not all dead, she mused as thread after thread were woven and tied together into beautiful knots that glowed now with respective colours. Aura's of one mated to another, could it be? Was she meant to weave these things? They felt right within her fingers, and she wished to grant that love, to guide it to something stronger yet something so incredibly surreal. Surreal without words of expression. To fight past the guards that kept one from taking chances. Could she? Dare she?
Love she wove together and from that thread, White pulsing around her, she called ... "Brother"
Jun
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With the new move, it has taken me a while to actually sit down and re-link everything to their appropriate counterpart. However, now that everything is linked up I felt the need to change layouts. Again. It does not help that I have a good 50+ Layouts sitting in wait to be used on my computer. So, there for, I’m quite happy with my layout flipping. Keeps me on my toes.
~Andrea
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