<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394</id><updated>2011-08-01T20:15:12.635-04:00</updated><category term='Who?'/><title type='text'>Within Darkenss Comes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of a Dark Healer who has many nightmares to dreams as her lif on Gor plays out. She is loyal to one, yet there is one other she would give her very life for. She knows love is forsaken on this ungoddly planet. Travel with her through the shadows, the trials of politics, and through the virtue of others as she lives....or dies...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-7584536363222221301</id><published>2009-09-08T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:04:40.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is a choice - as is how you handle the pitfalls along its bumpy road."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Julie Donner Andersen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;from What My Widowed Husband Has Taught Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marcus set on the rail outside the inn with his arms cross and looking so solemn. She felt the weight of his stare yet she did not lift her gaze to him. “Woman are you insane? Do we need to make a trip to Sardar? "  He stood up right and growled “it’s a mistake I tell you. Go to the plains… what do you know of that world?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowly her words came in a softness she could give when she desired to do so.  Marcus, my mother is their blood. I am part their blood. What would have me to do? Wait for Tristram to decide to come back? Or to go looking for Zo? I do know something, and I can learn the rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you live to even arrive on the plains. Who is to say they won’t enslave you? Wont skin you and hang it up to dry over their fires? “&lt;br /&gt;Her stormy eyes found him at once. “Stop that. You have little faith in me? In them? You judge them as if you know them.  “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watch your tone with me woman!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her chin lifted higher as she stared to the silver haired man.  “I need to follow this path. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why? “ As his arms dropped to his side. “Because of a dream? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to know, if I don’t seek this I will never know. “ A shrug rose then settled. “She hid me in walls, though not with my siblings...why? I need to know. Am I crazy? Perhaps but I still need to know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew in a long breath then spoke even toned. “I will escort you to the plains. This I will do as my vow was to protect you. I will see you there. I will return to Rarir after that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded. “Then I will first go see Emma. I need her to draw up the forms for the businesses, the ships. Anything else I need to give to her , to Alaura, and Tristram.”&lt;br /&gt;“And to the brothers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They have their own life. The women are my worry, though I know my sisters will live well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunted then looked to the sky “Best get sleep if we are to begin traveling in the morning woman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small woman looked to him again then nodded before entering the door. Enough was said for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-7584536363222221301?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/7584536363222221301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-choice-as-is-how-you-handle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/7584536363222221301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/7584536363222221301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-choice-as-is-how-you-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-2426619656451494999</id><published>2009-09-07T20:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:14:46.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>make me mind up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SqWhCU8YSDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zC6m7lUArj8/s1600-h/grndfthr112322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378882391317694514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SqWhCU8YSDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zC6m7lUArj8/s320/grndfthr112322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been nearly a hand since I spoke to the Tuchuk at the arena. His words did tug at my heart every night the sun set and allowed the tree moons to rise. Could I give up everything to go back where my blood is? Could I prove myself worthy? Am I strong enough to do this knowing I will see Alah as nothing but some slave to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are questions I need to think on, to understand. I need to seek a vision in my dreams. I need to know that those who gave me life gave me the backbone and blood in my viens to be who I am. This I must do before I write Tristram with my decision, and set all my land to his and Emma's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I must decide alone with the winds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, Great Spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whose voice I hear in the winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I come to you as one of your many children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am small and weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need your strength and wisdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May I walk in beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make my hands respect the things you have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And my ears sharp to your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me wise so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I may know the things you have taught your children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make me strong--------!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not to be superior to my brothers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but to fight my greatest enemy....myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So that when life fades as the fading sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May my spirit come to you without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SqWhqpcULiI/AAAAAAAAACY/hryQgm4f3Y0/s1600-h/th_bipasha20basu45e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378883084015119906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SqWhqpcULiI/AAAAAAAAACY/hryQgm4f3Y0/s320/th_bipasha20basu45e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-2426619656451494999?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/2426619656451494999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-mind-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/2426619656451494999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/2426619656451494999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-mind-up.html' title='make me mind up'/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SqWhCU8YSDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zC6m7lUArj8/s72-c/grndfthr112322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-5014325583729099866</id><published>2009-03-15T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:58:00.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home again. Yes finally after a time of travel following the fair games I am home. The clinic looked good, and my room was fine once I reached the house. I don't think I shall leave Rarir for a long time again. Its good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-5014325583729099866?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/5014325583729099866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/5014325583729099866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/5014325583729099866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-8315428208505412824</id><published>2009-02-04T14:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:57:40.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Auction and gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well I will say last night was odd. Atropos helped me at the Rarir Men's Basket Auction last night and it was the biggest event next to the men's spars. I was shocked really but happy we did so well. Over 20 baskets were offered up and bid on all for chairty. Thank you to all who came and helped in rasing the coin for the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Many of the men where karian, an they brought in high coin which I was surprised again. Drac not only did a bsket but he made a huge donation also. It really touched my heart that he was kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pertinax used Naz's basket and was won by SOME woman. Piffle is what I would say on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I won Alezander but gave my basket up to another. Then I won Thordis' basket. It was very lovely how he had things set up. I got an invites to visit his home, and a few others. I dont know if I will get to travel to any, but I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I do plan on taking up more of a role in my caste again, if I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I decided to keep the dagger Pertinax gave me on me at all time. Never know any more who will hurt who. Lately things have been so weird. I swear the sister moons are off tilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I am happy for Drac, now I see Jez so ga ga over him. I said I think I am happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know this ais a lazy bit I wrote, but I am trying to get the Rarir group ready to leave and head home. I am also very tired, so forgive me. I need to place my thoughts more to rence, but its the time. Anyway I will write more when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eliza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;PS I had a nice gift sent to me and a note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;::The messenger from Captain D Black arrived to present to Eliza a gift, donation and note.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnx03JwE5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qCutOTqNPe0/s1600-h/blue.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tal Lady Eliza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnx03JwE5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qCutOTqNPe0/s1600-h/blue.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299032327038440338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnx03JwE5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qCutOTqNPe0/s320/blue.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Enclosed is a small donation of 2 silvers for your charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;==small pouch held the coins==&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnyBTKS8fI/AAAAAAAAABY/_syP9wOIjZQ/s1600-h/si.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299032540715348466" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnyBTKS8fI/AAAAAAAAABY/_syP9wOIjZQ/s320/si.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My thanks for all your hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Please accept this small token of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;==small gift box lined in pink velvet, contained a pretty kaiila and rider broach==&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wish you well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnyVLeve0I/AAAAAAAAABg/1fPmUFsvmEw/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299032882251004738" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnyVLeve0I/AAAAAAAAABg/1fPmUFsvmEw/s320/D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-8315428208505412824?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/8315428208505412824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/02/auction-and-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/8315428208505412824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/8315428208505412824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/02/auction-and-gift.html' title='The Auction and gift'/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYnx03JwE5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qCutOTqNPe0/s72-c/blue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-3421612490433167076</id><published>2009-01-28T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:59:55.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYDVGfqHkII/AAAAAAAAABI/Khx0rMalREc/s1600-h/witchSneh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296467469341790338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYDVGfqHkII/AAAAAAAAABI/Khx0rMalREc/s320/witchSneh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if I came to you in the darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you look away? Would you dismiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if I stood bate under the moons glow waiting for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you stay away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if it stormed so that nothing was the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you wait it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if I told you my deepest darkest dreams or desires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is I told you the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if I told you of my fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if I told you I wanted you near?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life stopped.And to my knees I dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In wordless tearsI gave to you my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would this dream end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-3421612490433167076?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/3421612490433167076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-i-came-to-you-in-darkness-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/3421612490433167076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/3421612490433167076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-i-came-to-you-in-darkness-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/SYDVGfqHkII/AAAAAAAAABI/Khx0rMalREc/s72-c/witchSneh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020629440606491394.post-3394953276672507411</id><published>2009-01-28T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:56:44.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A myth, a dream.I am what only I seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt; A Woman by law of my land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I seer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a seeker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a Woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Either name I give you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it means the same on the winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know of the broken shards of colored glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the silver larl with in the woods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the old woman whose moon insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt; sung her riddles in Darmoth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know of pathways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt; tunnels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and gates where the dead hung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing of the Muse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;along the Thassan blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know she loved them both...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did he love her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know the healer, Pryde of the Hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;once held high by the Tuchuks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The holy lands of the Mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and how it feels to be with in tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am of the rich ones, Paravaci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yet I do not belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am tormented with dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and visions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know of the Haruspex,Sand Spirit and her bosk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall always remember the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;of the moss from my mother lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I carry the quiva of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;black steel and bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was given a gift of a silver larl pelt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why am I haunted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I seen the ships from my said father's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I learned of battlesfrom his words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I walk tall unlike him with honor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am of Karain blood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do not fear the path before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I fear the how my dreams make me feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for they come true often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eliza or Sneh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A seer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am your dream or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nightmare come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come, take my hand,if you dare.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020629440606491394-3394953276672507411?l=elizalares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/feeds/3394953276672507411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-am-i-myth-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/3394953276672507411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020629440606491394/posts/default/3394953276672507411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalares.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-am-i-myth-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Within Darkness Comes....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10389974341254490112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzZGY7xPvSs/Sb1dROmPtXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qAB7fVI2YGA/S220/th_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
