The sound of a heart crushes as the beatting of the war ...drums in now echo in the not to far distance. Time was short as for little Iowa was. Her heart screaming aloud for what secert love she had for him this too.Still in the dead of silence nothing did pass her lips...only her eyes as soft tears run down them.

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Wappo: Through the dead silence he said in a horse voice "The only thing I regert was not telling you sooner...little Iwoa ..."a hand reaches out toward her then pulls away before the skin was contact bitting into his lip he forces hiself away...and he now sharply now turns away...head high...now ready for the darkest hour.

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Iwoa: A thousand words would have would have never been enough to tell him...the blurr of the male now goes into a hazed as the tears continue to flood in her eyes.... her deepest love now vanishing over the small hill top... the dead leaves...of near ending of fall now coated...the ground...everything that she felt in this moment built up into a roaring scream ...now as she crused into the wind...

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