The Bugmaster:
Love is Musical
The Bugmaster:
.: My Joy :.
The Bugmaster:
Have you ever wondered if you were the one that was upside down?
The Bugmaster:
There are moments which can change a person's life for all time, and I suddenly wondered if I would ever see my snug Hobbit Hole again, I wondered, if I actually wanted to.
The Bugmaster:
Root Beer
The Bugmaster:
Kathryn on the fiddle
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.: As Fast The Moments Slip :.
The Bugmaster:
The World Beyond the Wardrobe
The Bugmaster:
The baking is all done...
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Oh! white dawning morning, oh! Tears of healing rain. With hope all adorning, please come to me again.
The Bugmaster:
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
The Bugmaster:
The King stood tall, for his Queen was always by his side. The tribulations that assualted him held no calamnity, for she was always by his side. The wars could rage beyond his borders, but there was peace within his realm, for she was always by his side.
The Bugmaster:
"Visit either you like: They're both mad."
The Bugmaster:
In the darkness of the silent forest an idea was concieved. It sprung forth from the weeds of the good earth. It the drifted down from the green leaves of the trees, and it rained down from the clouds in the great Heavens.
The Bugmaster:
Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.
The Bugmaster:
Laurie De'Tullins
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This sweeping motion. These sounds so sweet. These footsteps dancing. On the edge of my seat. Pull me by the hand. Take me to the floor. I don't want to be lonely, in this life anymore.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Trip To Seward Alaska :.
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.:Crooked Still:.
The Bugmaster:
.: The Calling :.
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Soon they'll be shinin'
The Bugmaster:
.: A Final Kiss Before The Night :.
The Bugmaster:
A house without books is like a room without windows
The Bugmaster:
.: Hanneke Cassel :.
The Bugmaster:
An offering of Love? You've convinced me, I believe it was.
The Bugmaster:
There is a magic in this place like no other. One could easily say that it was like flying, the wind in one's face, and the sting of wild rain upon one's cheek.
The Bugmaster:
.: Tried to Warm My Hands Against the Setting Sun :.
The Bugmaster:
Sunlight, wait for me, I'm coming!
The Bugmaster:
.:Little Treasures Make Little Pleasures:.
