Fleeting Glimpse...
"Up the mountains, through the meadows, or skirting the meadows to the forest beyond?" He pulled her forelock gently, as if to make them start the walk.
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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- Lilah
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Fleet easily caught up with her. "How about skirting the meadows? That way is the longest." He gazed deep into her eyes, hoping she felt all the passion he felt go through his gaze. How he wanted that moment to never end.
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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- Lilah
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Fleet was puzzled. She had seemed so...calm and happy before, and now she was nervous and hesitant. Has he done something wrong? He broke into a lope, but sensing she wanted to be alone, dropped down to a trot. What was wrong with him?
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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- Lilah
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