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It’s in the autumn cold when the breeze blows on by, that the leaves fall gracefully to the grown. The cold days remind me of the moment we sit by the fire and nestle in the fragrance of warmth. It’s when I think of you I see Love should be a decision and Love should not be just an emotion, but a symphony and balance that constantly is a work in progress. There will be times of disagreement, but Love isn’t about hurting; but it’s about understanding. Love is the binds that strongly keeps the souls connected, where the feelings resides in the heart, deep in the souls never to depart. Sometimes Love can be blind, but never worth taking chances; Love is the slow dance, where my hand is in the center of your back as my lips breathe warmth against your neck as I kiss your ear and whisper; never let me go. Love has no boundaries, its endless love filled with passion for your holding and tearing at the fusion of lost, craving the darkened side of love. Love is unanswered by the sight of your eyes; where no words are needed and nothing hides the foolish love. Because down deep there is pure love, deeper than any ocean and its love; worth dying for. There’s no secret when love is in the air like the moment your breath is captured as the rhythm of two hearts beating as one flames burn deep within the walls of our souls…

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KarminaTheDarkAngel
06:21 Oct 25 2013

So beautifully written ....

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I play Second Life with a group of friends. Many I have known for years. I was asked awhile back by some friends if I come to some western sims they were putting together to create the west during 1800's. They knew I was a Native and there goal was to make each sim as realistic as possible. They asked me if I would come and create a Apache village during the 1860's. I agreed to do it and now own one of the sims that is joined with 32 other sims.



In Second Life everything is created by the players. All the trees down to every blade of grass. Players also do all the scripting and codes. Everything you see in the world is all player made down to even the hair on peoples head, clothes, and even the avatars.



Keeping all that in mind a friend of mine made this video of Mustang. The horses you see are players and again I point out even the horses avatars are all player made. With SL being so creative for players to build what they want many colleges on game designs have classrooms in SL for there students to learn scripts, coding and game designing. With all that said, I hope you see the beauty in this short 8 min film made by a friend of mine in our little part of Second life:



Oh and I have to point out the tipis in the opening are from my Apache village I run.

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Kitra
07:11 Oct 24 2013

I went by the name Sorvena Gregoire for almost 8 years on Secondlife.com

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Dakotah
19:06 Oct 24 2013

You don't play anymore? I got talked into it about 6 years ago by some rl friends and we play together.

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The sky glistens and sparkles there’s something I want to share with you. So as you read this there will be a moment to close your eyes and feel what I feel; there’s dim lights hanging from the trees, soft music, and the sun is slowly setting.



A table set for two out in the lawn where the perfect setting of tonight exists. A white cloth drapes the table and I’ve placed red rose and two wine glasses. Popping the cork of a bottle of the finest wine for the most amazing woman; in the distance softly playing are love Ballads on the radio that offset this beautiful moment in your dress so elegant. It captures your eyes in the candle light at night and the dress takes on life itself this lil sexy black dress mmmmmmm made of silk. But nowhere as sexy as your lovely legs, finished off with red high heels and the air blows freely through your soft hair, gorgeous eyes, Beautiful smile; wow, what a magical night indeed.



Heaven sent me a gorgeous spirit in you, makes my heart melt gently as I reach for your hand and swing you tightly into my arms and with the passion of fire we kiss in this embrace and with the energy of a romantic night we dance slowly under the stars to our favorite song. Kissing you and whispering a sweet loving poem to you with a delicate voice, that’s crystal clear in your ear. As no moment could ever replace this moment being with you and it makes the world stop in its spin from going round in time. I come to realize every night is a romantic night with you and every sunset make a beautiful background setting if we believe.



We drift on the clouds that softly move in with dancing and swaying to the music that makes me desire and want you more. I believe every day is picture perfect with you. So close your eyes and tell me what you feel; maybe you'll make every night a Romantic Night too…

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xxEmaeraldxx
08:58 Oct 19 2013

Wow.. Some girl is going to get lucky!

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Best advise I have been given on a problem by a good bro:



Treat every problem as your dog would: If you can't eat it or fuck it, piss on it & walk away.

Am I the only one who when reaches a new level to take a moment and celebrate? As I get higher in levels and it becomes harder I have started playing this song about ever new 3-4 levels up. I am a dork.

One of the best artists of all time. This is what Rock and Roll is all about; not wrecking balls and commercialism but pure entity of the spirit.

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, 'Jesus knows you're here.'



He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, he shook his head and continued.



Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard 'Jesus is watching you.'



Startled, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.



'Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot.



'Yes', the parrot confessed, then squawked, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he's watching you.'



The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?'



'Moses,' replied the bird.



'Moses?' the burglar laughed. 'What kind of people would name a bird Moses?'



'The kind of people who would name a Rottweiler Jesus.'

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Kramisha
13:20 Oct 01 2013

hehe i like it

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