Later that evening,


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Posted by Maya on Lotesse 09, 2003 at 09:18:20 pm

Maya left the Arrow wearing a smile.

Fluttering behind her scattered across the Glade could be seen the torn remains of the poem she had worked so hard on.

Upon reaching her small home she started a fire and burnt the rest of the small collection.
Lessons learned, in the future she would stick to what she did best. If she could ever figure out what that might be.


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