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Sunday, December 28, 2008

long dried to wrinkled effigies of themselves

She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.
Posted by Caeliban at 10:44 PM
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