Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it.
Kimberly Kinrade
I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.
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She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes. ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl
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He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me? ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.~Unbreakable Heart
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Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace. ~A Tale of Two Women
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She refused to be one of those girls who fell for a pretty face that just white-washed a total jack-ass underneath. She could ogle, but she would not fall until she knew he deserved her.
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