Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Sept 8, 2013 1:07:25 GMT
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Through The Wind And The Rain
She Stands Hard As A Stone
In a World That She Can't Rise Above
She Stands Hard As A Stone
In a World That She Can't Rise Above
But Her Dreams Give Her Wings
And She Flies To A Place Where She's Loved
Concrete Angel
And She Flies To A Place Where She's Loved
Concrete Angel
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Mari walked into the library trepidatiously. She was taking a piano class as a way to get access to the library and to keep her skills up. It was an afternoon during the weekend so the place was nearly deserted apart from a few dedicated students and homeless people who were getting in out of the chill that had started to descend on San Francisco.
For her part, Marina was wearing a purple peacoat with a lavender scarf. The white gloves on her hands had kept her from getting too cold but now in the warmth of the library she took them off and stuffed them in her pocket along with her scarf. Draping her coat over the back of a chair she went over to the hold section and went to grab her books that were ready for pick up.
Reaching up on tip toe the short angel went to grab a title that she needed and the reaching caused her to fall backwards and land on her derriere. A woosh of air accompanied the butt bounce and she held the book up triumphantly, "Yes!" she said with a fist pump and quiet chuckle as she tried to get another of her titles. This one was down on the bottom shelf and she wiggled down to get it. She really didn't care who saw her, she was just happy they had the books she needed.
Going over to a comfortable desk she set the books down in front of her, her hair trailing behind her in a long braid. The lavender sweater she wore brought out the highlights in her hair and her make up was simple and went with her sweater and the beige slacks she wore. She needed to read up on cooking if she was going to be on earth for a bit. She had to feed herself and needed more ideas for recipes.
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TAGGED:: Kyle
WORDS:: 350
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NOTES:: Sorry it took so long.
LYRICS:: Concrete Angel by Martina McBride
WORDS:: 350
OUTFIT:: --
NOTES:: Sorry it took so long.
LYRICS:: Concrete Angel by Martina McBride
TEMPLATE CREDITS:: Saber AKA Ashley with Changes by Merry (Steal and she’ll slice and dice you with her pretty red lightsaber and let her minions devour your soul for dinner.)
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