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  <title>Sara Hazel Potts</title>
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    <name>Sara Hazel Potts</name>
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    <title>From Vahl</title>
    <published>2016-03-20T16:14:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">1. Your Name:&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;5. ...with tongue?&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theatre?&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?&lt;br /&gt;12. If you heard a rumour about me, would you defend me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think I'm a good person?&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think I'm hot?&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you call me just because?&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change anything about me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you have sex with me?&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?&lt;br /&gt;22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=3983" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:3627</id>
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    <title>always_on_time @ 2016-03-14T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2016-03-14T22:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2016-03-14T22:51:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align:center;width:350px;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;border-style:none;"&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color:#EEEEEE;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align:center;font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/results/?result=Blue"&gt;Your Kiss is Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;
    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF;font-color:#000000"&gt;&lt;img src="https://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" style="margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:start;"&gt;You prefer kissing to be a meaningful, emotional experience.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to kiss strangers, and you don't like to kiss someone you're mad at.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss can change how you feel about someone - for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;You don't take anything lightly... especially kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Type: Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People See Your Kisses as: Genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Kiss Best With: A Green Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: A Red Kisser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Kiss?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: 100's of Fun, Free Quizzes!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=3627" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:1774</id>
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    <title>The Only Soldier Now Is Me</title>
    <published>2012-05-16T08:57:08Z</published>
    <updated>2012-05-17T04:43:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;Mother.&amp;quot;  said Sara, who was now standing in front of a woman taller than her, with close cropped hair and a scowl on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's about time you returned.  It's time for you to take care of your responsibilities.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mine?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Go to your sister.&amp;quot;  When those words left the older woman's mouth, Sara frowned in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You do not tell me no.  Child.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No.  I am not cleaning up this mess for her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It's why you came.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I am here to tell you that I disown my family.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Stupid girl.  You need us to survive.  You are starving out there on your own.&amp;quot;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://always-on-time.dreamwidth.org/1774.html#cutid1"&gt;But the only soldier now is me
 I'm fighting things I cannot see 
I think it's called my destiny 
That I am changing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=1774" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:1443</id>
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    <title>Mama Sara</title>
    <published>2012-04-16T19:12:55Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-16T19:12:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">With the poor light in her tiny room, Sara worked to sew her wedding dress by touch.&amp;nbsp; The layers of silk were sewn with straight seams, which were reviewed in the daylight by the other maids who were all so, so excited for her.&amp;nbsp; With clean hands, she had begun to crochet lace, also in the poor light of her room.&amp;nbsp; It would be stitched to her dress, which would be ready by May for her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara still didn't want to get married.&amp;nbsp; Alonzo had sent money to her, and one of the maids who could read, told her what it was for.&amp;nbsp; Preparing for the wedding.&amp;nbsp; All the other maids found out, and suddenly they all wanted to see the dress as it was in progress.&amp;nbsp; They told her she would be beautiful, and Sara knew it was a lie.&amp;nbsp; She thought they all wanted money from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing came out of the future wedding.&amp;nbsp; She got free time now, that was usually spent in the garden.&amp;nbsp; She was told to work on her dress and get fresh air so she wouldn't spread sickness to her new husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff in the scullery always seemed to be ill with one thing or another.&amp;nbsp; Sara told them it was from all of the dirty things they handled, but they rarely believed her.&amp;nbsp; Those that did make an effort to stay cleaner, and drank her teas all seems to be ill a lot less than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mama Sara?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; asked a voice, almost in tears.&amp;nbsp; Sara wasn't a Mama, but she turned, and saw a young woman that was almost the spitting image of Ella. &amp;quot;I don't know what to do...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Child, no need for tears.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; The woman was clearly in the wrong place, and all Ella knew was to calm her down and try to get her to the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;messed up.&amp;nbsp; You have to help me.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; The woman took Ella by the arm, and suddenly they were teleported to a cabin near a forest of cedar trees.&amp;nbsp; A cradle was set up there, with a sleeping baby inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What's this?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Clearly, this was a relative.&amp;nbsp; Here she was again, forced to take care of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Franklin Alexander.&amp;nbsp; I tried to fix everything, but now he doesn't have a place.&amp;nbsp; Can you and Papa Lonzo... take care of him?&amp;nbsp; Just until I&amp;nbsp;get my head on straight.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is gone, Mama.&amp;nbsp; My husband, and Ori's... not coming back, and Mama Ella's gone.&amp;nbsp; I don't have anyone else&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara knew this was Ella's child, who she would be forced to raise in the future.&amp;nbsp; Something happened to Ori and Ella, briefly she hoped it was something terrible.&amp;nbsp; This child had gone too far in the past, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You just pick up, and raise him best you can.&amp;nbsp; Plenty of people had children on their own&amp;nbsp; Ori raised me and your Mama by herself .&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's more complicated than that.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; said the young woman, shaking her head &amp;quot;I don't want to leave him, because he reminds me of his Father.&amp;nbsp; He's mine, and I&amp;nbsp;always wanted a little boy, but I&amp;nbsp;can't right now.&amp;nbsp; There's some horrible things going on and I&amp;nbsp;have to protect him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is he like you?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; asked Sara, even though the baby was no more than a month old.&amp;nbsp; The young woman shook her head no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing like me.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to come back for him, I've just got to make it safe again.&amp;nbsp; Did you know I&amp;nbsp;prayed for him?&amp;nbsp; And now I have to walk away and it's my own fault. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You do what you have to, and come right back to get your baby.&amp;nbsp; Just travel back to this moment and he never is gonna know that you left.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman wiped tears from her eyes, and nodded before teleporting away.&amp;nbsp; Sara waited almost an hour for her to return, and when she didn't, she realized that she was stuck.&amp;nbsp; The baby was stuck and before long she would run into herself and Alonzo Potts, at some point in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she met Alonzo, she knew he was the type to have a woman or two on the side, so she wold try something and pray to every god around that it would work.&amp;nbsp; Alonzo's calling card went into the cradle with the baby.&amp;nbsp; He'd assume it was his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sara reached for her phone, which had been lifeless since Ella and Ori abandoned her.&amp;nbsp; The bit of time travel she'd just done gave it just enough of a charge.&amp;nbsp; After pressing a few buttons, it teleported her, then faded to blackness once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=1443" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; 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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:1114</id>
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    <title>Abandoned</title>
    <published>2012-04-16T18:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-16T18:07:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;We have to go, Sara.&amp;nbsp; Here, take this, and...&amp;nbsp; this.&amp;nbsp; This'll blow over and Ori will come back to get you.&amp;nbsp; We need you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Ella pressed a plastic card and a couple of bills into Sara's hand and backed away a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I will not marry that man.&amp;nbsp; Who is going to cook for you?&amp;nbsp; Who-&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;He's not that bad, Sissy.&amp;nbsp; He's got money, he can take care of you for a change.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Tell Ori that I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp; Please.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't want to be left here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're coming back for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Ella teleported away.&amp;nbsp; They'd abandoned her in 1905, all because she yelled at Ori and told her she would fail.&amp;nbsp; Now, Sara was in an uncomfortable black dress, hired as a maid on a large estate.&amp;nbsp; Ori told her it was the perfect job, but she was the lowest of the low maids.&amp;nbsp; Her job was scrubbing floors and pots, emptying the chamber pots and feeding the pigs in the back garden.&amp;nbsp; Everything that was hard, or stinky, that no one else wanted to do was her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ori told her she would have to marry the man that had fallen in love with her sister.&amp;nbsp; He would be by at the beggining of May and take her to his home after the pastor at a nearby church wedded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonzo Potts was the same height as Sara, almost six feet tall, but he was a lot lighter and bulkier.&amp;nbsp; He worked as a carpenter and had build a little puzzle box for Ella when she caught his eye.&amp;nbsp; Ella took the box with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she was alone in the back kitchen, in front of a large bucket of water.&amp;nbsp; Sara pinned the money and card in a dress pocket, and held her shoulders back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no time to cry, not with all the work she was supposed to do in the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=1114" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:908</id>
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    <title>Memory</title>
    <published>2012-04-15T14:23:46Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-15T14:23:46Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;You're here to help us&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; said Ori, watching as her daughter Sara prepared dinner. &amp;quot;Your sister and I&amp;nbsp;need you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ella never has to do a thing.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; complained the younger woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Stop it.&amp;nbsp; If I&amp;nbsp;leave you on your own, you will die.&amp;nbsp; Keeping you alive is a burden on both me and your sister.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes ma'am.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Ella looked down at the table, and focused on chopping vegetables.&amp;nbsp; Her mother and Sister were both talented and smart.&amp;nbsp; They had special abilities which meant they had a duty.&amp;nbsp; The two of them had a group that self policed time travel.&amp;nbsp; Sara wanted more than anything to help her family but was repeatedly told no.&amp;nbsp; Instead, she had to stay in a tiny cabin far from Ori's compound, and keep house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You're human and not bright enough to make it out there on your own.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You let Ella go to college, can-&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No.&amp;nbsp; Ella had a job to do, and she's smart.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes. ma'am.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; While her sister had gone to different schools to report on 'normal' people, Sara spent her days at home, cooking, cleaning and doing whatever Ori told her to do.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally, she would bandage injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You don't need to be out there in the world.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Ori said, as she placed a hand on her eldest daughter's shoulder.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You don't need to read, or write.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ella and me are going to take care of you because you take care of us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara looked like her mother.&amp;nbsp; Both were near the same height and build, and both had dark skin.&amp;nbsp; Ella, on the other hand, was short and curvy.&amp;nbsp; Her skin was lighter, and Ori often said she reminded them of their father.&amp;nbsp; The two girls didn't remember meeting him, and Ori only mentioned him when singing the praises of Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dinner will be ready soon.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Sara said, giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=908" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-03-22:1582233:618</id>
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    <title>Part 2 of 3</title>
    <published>2012-04-03T15:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-03T15:21:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Somehow, Sara knew what had just happened.  She knew how she ended up in a cheap hotel room, and that this was now her new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some other timeline where she lived as the second choice wife of Alonzo Potts, in rural Florida.  A timeline that was supposed to be sealed off from everyone and everything, where Janie got her happily ever after with Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janie.  Ella's daughter.  Ella always got her way and it looked like Janie did too.  She was beautiful like Ella, dainty and light, with perfect long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment, Sara &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She realized who and what Janie was.&amp;nbsp; The long history, and her new duties.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also knew that now she had the chance to live for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first she had to get from her hotel room to the house where Janie lived now, and that would take a miracle because she was broke, had no idea where to go, and had a broken comm device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=618" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Journal - April 2012</title>
    <published>2012-03-29T17:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2012-03-29T17:38:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Entry 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the journal of Sara Hazel Morton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sara.  Mother and sister have time machines.  I stole my sisters.  She thinks she lost it.  Mother and sister are special.  We used to travel together.  We went to 1905.  I had to get a job.  I was a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is Ella.  Ella is beautiful.  Alonzo Potts wants to marry her.  We told him she was sick.  Mother said he could marry me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella cut my phone cord.  She ran the battery down.  They left me alone because I am plain.  I started the machine.  I came here.  It broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned to read and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=always_on_time&amp;ditemid=270" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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