She was fire, and he was ice. Yet they loved each other anyway. They could not touch for it would boil her and put him out, but they could talk. They could share there feelings, and there thoughts, and for them, that was enough. Words were there weapons of love. Ideas shared was there happiness. And for them that was enough, that was enough.
-Vivianne Varla
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Random Excerpts From The Mind
RandomThis is just a book of thoughtful words, little ideas that I cannot make into stories, quotes from other people, beautiful sentences, or short stories that I have found or have randomly spit out of my mind's imagination. Enjoy!!! (All covers by me.)