She was beautiful in so many ways. The way she walked, every step graceful and elegant; the way she talked with her words floating through the air. But she was more than that. She was never just external beauty. She had beauty in her strength, carrying the weight of the world like a pair of wings. She had beauty in her optimism, always being the light in the abyss. She had beauty in her ferocity, never backing down and standing firm in her beliefs. She was beautiful, yes, but she was so much more than just that.
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The Raven Says Hello
RandomThis is a collection of blurbs and small writings that aren't really "story worthy" yet. I do know two of them will be used in an upcoming story I'm writing entitled "Perilous" and another was used in a speech competition I was in a while back. Enjo...
