I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forest
The murmur of leaves rustling
The rays of the sun.
I remember you as the power of trees growing
And the bud breaking into bloosom.
You are in my thoughts whenever i praise
All that is noble and true.
Tags: divine-by-choice shannon
Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.
Nora RobertsTags: suffering living nora-roberts shannon born-in-shame
Nobody told you to shoot her!” Dallas barked.
“You said death was the only way out and from the looks of things she was on her way out.” Shannon hunched her shoulders.
“Go home Shannon.” Dallas knew this hell demon needed rest.
“Cool I am sleepy anyways. Roc you coming?” Shannon waved the gun.
“No boo I will take a cab. I don’t trust you.” He was serious as hell.
“I understand. I don’t trust me either.” She smiled and when home.
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