Where is it, the Monastery of Gathered Fragrance?
Mile after mile I climb the cloudy peaks;
Here are old trees, a path that no man treads
And deep in the hills the sound of a temple bell;
A fountain chokes on jagged rocks,
Among these dark green pines the sun seems chill;
I come at twilight to a deep pool
Can the monk at his devotions curb the evil dragon?
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On May 4th, 1961 the prank war finally went too far. :D
On the far side of the pool, Eleazar can’t believe that despite the carnage before them Edward and Emmett are plotting the next prank in the war, while in the foreground Alice is astonished that she never saw this coming.
Esme is on her way out there: the war (and possibly the boys) have only moments left to live.
Aries: leftover pizza boxes Taurus: a creepy clown Gemini: your mid-life crisis Cancer:the entire discography of ABBA Leo: fuzzy handcuffs Virgo: self-help workbooks Libra:the dead body of your former roommate Scorpio: the wig for your cam girl persona Sagittarius: a shit ton of meth Capricorn: twilight novels Aquarius:the pool boy because your husband came home early Pisces:a bible with a flask inside it for when you feel like praying
Finished commission for my awesome friend! Took 3 days to actually draw and 3 weeks to plan out and get myself to draw hahahah. I really hope your friend likes this and it was a pleasure to be able to do something so magical!
Using a series of hand gestures and a few facial expressions, the dryad described the feeling of wind. The flow through hair, distant smells, and the charged atmosphere of storms.
Beaming with understanding, the mermaid responded excitedly, relating the sensations of tides, temperature and pressure changes.
“Slow down, slow down!” the dryad signed, pulling her fingers along the top of her opposite hand. She had to repeat the gesture a few times before the mermaid caught up. Blushing a deep indigo, the mermaid repeated the message slowly and deliberately.
The conversation continued until twilight began to pool around them and visibility lessened.
They giggled royally when the mermaid signed “Tomorrow?” and the dryad interpreted “Strawberry?”
The next morning, the dryad indeed brought strawberries with her. The mermaid brought a small packet of red kelp tied together.