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Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.

It was like staring into the face of a familiar stranger. You know, that person you see in a crowd and swear you know, but you really don't? Now she was me - the familiar stranger. She had my eyes. They were the same hazel color that could never decide whether it wanted to be green or brown, but my eyes had never been that big and round. Or had they? She had my hair - long and straight and almost as dark as my grandma__ had been before hers had begun to turn silver. The stranger had my high cheekbones, long, strong nose, and wide mouth - more features from my grandma and her Cherokee ancestors. But my face had never been that pale. I__ always been olive-ish, much darker skinned than anyone else in my family. But maybe it wasn__ that my skin was suddenly so white ... maybe it just looked pale in comparison to the dark blue outline of the crescent moon that was perfectly positioned in the middle of my forehead. Or maybe it was the horrid fluorescent lighting. I hoped it was the lighting. I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark of wildness ... as if I belonged to ancient times when the world was bigger ... more barbaric. From this day on my life would never be the same. And for a moment _ just an instant__ forgot about the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother__ people rejoiced.

Zo, I'm not a damn pussy!'Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like, snorted sarcastically and then said, 'No, you're a damn human. Wait, that does make you a pussy!

You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.

No struggle, no success! The strongest thunder strikes often bring the heaviest rainfall! The weight of your fulfillment depends on how wide you cast your nets!

Come to me.Why must you ruin this moment?You are burdened with thought.Burdened with the pastand expectations of the future.You are burdened with your self.Cast these aside by laughing at yourself.And love,for what more is there than to love me?Take me nowand let it be heaven for us.

I know you not quite wellYet I foolishly surrender my mind to you. Slowly and carefully you have cast a spellNow my virgin heart only longs for you. There is no need to push, I am already falling. Once proudly tall, I__ no longer standing. Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn__ love.Love is light and makes you light.

Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.

Cast your cares on God that anchor holds.

Whatever else you set out to do, begin by getting to know God and seeking His will in your life. If you do that, you will find Him. He will lead you. He will bless you. What a wonderful promise! But it is conditional. If you turn your back on the Lord, He will cast you off forever.

A thought can be cast down by speaking out loud words of resistance and words of God.

Having manners is the sweet scent that calls you to the rose.