LySiTyYy
11-08-2007, 15:16
They were walking through the heather of the mountain meadow and Robert Jerdon felt the heather against his begs felt the weight of his pistol in his holster against his thing fell the sun on his head fellt the brize from the snou of the mountain pakes cool on his back and in his hand he felt the girl`s hand ferm and strong,the fingers looked in his.From it , from the palm of her hand against the palm of his from her wrist accross his wrist something came that was as fresh as the first light air moving toward you over the sea and barely wrinkles glassy surface of the sea,as light as a feather moved across ones lip or a leave ...