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fmills
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Joined: 05 Jun 2012
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:35 am Post subject:

Arahim wrote:

Nestled in his home, yet truly apart, Arahim set his hands to the making of a fertile, growing place beyond the touch of everyday. A cloister high above Ashencrosse, or any other place, and well past its cares. His every art went into bringing forth his fecund dream into being, until upon its completion, it became not just a source of peace to him, but an extension of his being, and that of one who was lost to him, but for this quiet place.

Vined ivy wound in spiralling spires around the open aired chamber's many stone columns. Lending the architecture a sense of gravity, and age, while keeping the pervasive sense of vitality, and vibrancy therein.

Small budding serenata flowers send of varied colors ran in wavy cascades across the verdant, uniform green of Spring's new growth of grass. Stirred gently on slender stems by the breath of a new day, just barely a whisper. Touched with silver, the ground was still moist with Night's lingering chill, and heavy with dew. The damp of the rich earth mingled with the fragrance of wildflower redolent, without being overpowering.

Slanting shafts of diffuse sunlight fell through the morning mists in angled rays broken up, and scattered by obstruction of leaf and stone. Creating a weave of spun gold that marked out the things it touched in soft, and forgiving detail. Dawn bending light and shadow to Her will, as a painter creating contrast, to make complete her ephemeral gift to the world.

Too often missed by sleeping eyes unaware.

At the center of the chamber was a towering maple tree, untouched by seasons, and young.

The tree's trunk was smooth. Without blemish or knot. Straight it grew until its branches sought their own way, and scratched at the cobalt tapestry above. Roots ran both deep and wide, but did not detract from the growth at its base. Nor did they crest above the living carpet that fed it.

The leafy canopy made the roof of the place. The Sun's glorious ride through the sky crowning its highest branches in circlets of bright flowing flame that could be seen at great distance, and seemed inviting.

Arahim sat alone on a simple wooden bench. A clay mug of white at his side, brimming with tea. Ghosting the air with thin smoky serpents that quickly dissipated in the sudden cool. Its smooth sides daubed with small smears of blood.

Here, no day was ever like the last.

Here, his ghosts were real.

Here, beneath the tree's shade, Arahim fell to reverie.

The tree's trunk was smooth. Without blemish or knot. - a beautiful description vivid and poetic.

Arahim
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Joined: 05 Apr 2008
Posts: 434
Location: N.Carolina

Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:40 am Post subject:
I thank you very much. It is a very nice thing to say, and I appreciate the sentiment.

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