From smoke to smoke puff spends his time idly at force working making guilds all pervayance of personality and ways to spend time smoking occasions and occasionally for occasion simply puffing. All the simple times of pirates guffaws and cheers from noble lords aside puff builds a dream of singing with his heart who happens to be miss December repeatedly still cold about his thoughts puff grows orchards as readily as fruit vines and lives regularly for salt spritz often talking of his years as a vampire librarian and hunter as well as forming where wolf parade grounds as frosty joke material. Puff hopefully grows grander with each coming age as ice is still zingyer than than spring rain for his scale of coldly wish you well. As I see it billows are still a westward current while roars be the tide and simple songs with roars echo out his coming into life. Grander than a maggot still rises early as morning grants a few hours respite to the nights call while fierce though it may seem magic inventers hardly crush on boys just on toys?
YOU ARE READING
Rifts of Obliance
Spiritualthere here one step one thought. on the lands where time stands still the fires awaken souls of many ages, from riding through the essence lives the force. Jedi stories and more. the power that resides within you and the manners at which it grows as...
