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Symbolism of a Pink RibbonTied in mousey brown hair, the ribbons, the pink of a cherry blossom in bloom, flowed and shifted in the light wind that streamed around the side of the house. The texture in the material used for them had a perfect sheen in the dusky light that was falling. It was as if they were calling someone to truly believe in their quiet presence.
Always there, the ribbons witnessed many things. They have been in the family for years and every little girl belonging to that surname was envious of the wearer. They saw births and deaths, weddings and divorces, and many other sights that others would not believe. Secrets were kept by them with the upmost
Dearest Lion-child"Dearest Lion-child, why do you cry so?"
"I cry for love and internal sufferings that I cannot control. I have no one to tend me and no one to watch me grow."
"Dearest Lion-child, you are loved. You are loved by the gods and you are loved by your mother. You are loved by the stars above."
"Why do I not feel these offerings? My mother is nowhere to be found and these gods you speak of .they are the ones who made me like this."
"Dearest Lion-child, this is not so. Your mother and your father made it so for their love was greater than any ever seen. The stars speak of it often."
"No, it was just a curse by Cybele for their ghastly and
Murmurings of a Worn PathAn aproned older woman takes one crunching step into the darkness of the forest and hears a leaf's crisp death. The death of many leaves has come by her tread for this path has been her familiar way for quite some time. It almost seems to her the trees know her and the bushes know her and the ground itself knows her.
"Hello, old companions. I know you hear," she speaks into the silence.
The further she travels into the forest the more she detects a slight rumble. The distant rumble feels as if it is coming from the center of the mass of trees. Stopping, she pauses to listen for her eyes are not as they were. A faint blip sounds in the stead
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More