Smelling Roses

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"I believe that we each have our own infinity."                                                        "And—God—every time I kissed her I could feel them collide."                                        ...................................................................Rowan Collins is a dreamer.A real dreamer not the things on social networking sites.Unaccepted by society,his parents,even his only sibling.Rowan has no where to turn to but to the stars.Those that either loved him or cursed him; stars were him and he knew that we all were stars and infinities completing constellations sometimes others sometimes our own.So he wished to meet one such as himself.The final star in his constellation.                                                  .                                                                      Anabeth Summers was a book.She didn't often read books because she watched them.She liked to watch people and see not a face or faces but pages,some blank,some filled,some ripped even a little torn but all books the same.She wanted to meet her missing page. A Mr.Darcy if you will.                                                     Read how you put together a dreamer and a book and get something—the best kind of thing.All Rights Reserved

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Smelling FireWorks
Wed, Jul 9, 2014

"I believe that we each have our own infinity."                                                        "And—God—every time I kissed her I could feel them collide."                                        ...................................................................Rowan Collins is a dreamer.A real dreamer not the things on social networking sites.Unaccepted by society,his parents,even his only sibling.Rowan has no where to turn to but to the stars.Those that either loved him or cursed him; stars were him and he knew that we all were stars and infinities completing constellations sometimes others sometimes our own.So he wished to meet one such as himself.The final star in his constellation.                                                  .                                                                      Anabeth Summers was a book.She didn't often read books because she watched them.She liked to watch people and see not a face or faces but pages,some blank,some filled,some ripped even a little torn but all books the same.She wanted to meet her missing page. A Mr.Darcy if you will.                                                     Read how you put together a dreamer and a book and get something—the best kind of thing.

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