My dad set up a volleyball net in our back yard, and we've been having volleyball parties on Sundays. I like playing volleyball, but heavens I am so bad at it, it's more funny than humiliating. Though it is a little of that too. Last night we just practiced setting and spiking and serving the ball. I do believe I actually improved a little! Instead of completely misjudging where the ball is going, I began to make contact with it - and started sending it way behind my head. I think if I played standing backwards I would be much more successful in getting the ball over the net and not into the rose garden.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
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- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.


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