I am finding a lot of duplicates. I think we're counting down to a new generation.

So softly did the wind blow across my fur that it felt like a caress across my back and up the nape of my neck. It breathed in slowly and deeply listening to my heartbeat in my ears. The anxiety I had felt earlier subsided as I had strolled across the poppy field near the ruins. The mother statue always stared out from the altar area looking on the many wanderings of the others. Weaving in and out of the graves I felt no sadness but just a curiosity of why there and who. Who bury the deer? Was it others from long ago or another species entirely. I had never seen a single dead dear here. The place filled and oozed life to the point many would dance and frolic. Those moments of joy became anticipated created in a moment just because an explosion of activity made hooves and limbs and head move about. At the top of the hill the world would cease to end. All one had to do was to put one foot in front of another rapidly while jumping and as the hill declined well you would not. Suddenly you are in flight soaring about the trees, touching the top of the ruins and trying to discover how to land in the most odd places. Only to find some other deer had learned that long ago and sat there quietly anticipating your arrival. Beloveds come in many forms and in many spirits.

Good morning everyone,

I am very sorry to be bombing the community with such a vial post, I will say just ahead before I go into explaining things that I am sorry if anyone takes offense to what I say or do on this post...I am very sorry.

I am currently stuck in my own mid life crisis or you could say my breaking point, how did my life get to my breaking point? I was attending college like normal until a bunch of girls within my course continued to bully me (even tho I am nearly 20 and I was being bullied by 15 year olds.) I tried my best to keep attending my college course like any normal person would do, but this proved very hard for me as in late 2016 I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder,personality disorder and anxiety. I didn't attend college for 4 months due to how my mental health was playing on up on me, during those 4 months I couldn't even leave my flat as I was scared to face the public or do everyday life stuff that a person would class as normal( I continue to be the same until this day.) It has now been 8 months since I have been off college and the government have pulled my funding from me which you could say is my living allowance. I currently live in the YMCA and they are trying their best to get me back on to a different allowance but the government is taking their sweet time to provide me with money so I can at least pay my bills or keep a roof over my head, I have been hungry for 3-4 days as I have no food and very low on electricity. this is my last stand to be able to get electricity or just abit of food by putting my oc up for adoption.

If anyone would love to give her a home for 30 us dollars please let me know asp? I am very sorry about this post I really am. ( her bio is here http://endlessforest.org/community/we-will-meet-soon-when-we-do-night-wi... )


Please contact me on ( skype: sacredholly ) so we can talk things over..thank you..