Chelsea.

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I'm Chelsea.. I'm horrible at these, and im honestly rarely ever on here. So sorry if i dont get back to you ever/for a super long time.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


The Inevitable By Jason

"Life Is Complicated But Death Is More Complex As The Emotion Of Not Overcoming The Inevitable Is Breathtaking When Time Comes To A Stands Still In Devotion."

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Hi Hun How Are Ya? Sorry For A Late Comment Been Busy And All.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Thanks Chelsea, appreciate the review!

-Will

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Each and All
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;
And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm,
Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;
The sexton tolling the bell at noon,
Dreams not that great Napoleon
Stops his horse, and lists with delight,
Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent:
All are needed by each one,
Nothing is fair or good alone.

I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at dawn on the alder bough;
I brought him home in his nest at even;—
He sings the song, but it pleases not now;
For I did not bring home the river and sky;
He sang to my ear; they sang to my eye.

The delicate shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave;
And the bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me;
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
And fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore
With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar.

The lover watched his graceful maid
As 'mid the virgin train she strayed,
Nor knew her beauty's best attire
Was woven still by the snow-white quire;
At last she came to his hermitage,
Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage,—
The gay enchantment was undone,
A gentle wife, but fairy none.

Then I said, "I covet Truth;
Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat,—
I leave it behind with the games of youth."
As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Above me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;—
Beauty through my senses stole,
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Hey, it's nice to meet you.
You're a great writer, thanks so much for the review.
I live in Michigan, too.
I can't stand this freezing weather any longer, haha.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Thanks fer the review. [:
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