#yoooooooo!!!!!

My Dearest, if the sun were to part eternally from dawn’s reach to dusk I worry not of the thought of loosing its warmth. For you see the jostling ripples of your heart have stroked the flames of heat beyond my control and will alike. To melt by your words, to bask in your radiance, to imagine the richness of your love which could warm the coldest recesses of the northern most stars. It would be both a tragedy and unprecedented wrong doing to allow you live without ever knowing as much. Yours, D

[waterxearthxfirexair, Gyatso] "Aang," the old monk uttered quietly, slowly opening the door to the boy's room as the storm raged just outside. "I'm not going to let them take you from me...I have a plan..."

I'm back from Alaska!!