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December 28, 2013
From Lotus Crow and the Time Machine
She said nothing, only sitting across from the two men with her back to the bar. Michael wondered to what extent she could handle herself. Every time he glanced up, she stared transfixed at him, ...
October 31, 2013
Dumbstuck
Her fingers were soft and incriminating, delicate and exacting. They marked lines in dust--I could swear she painted--between old, emptied wine bottles and closed books. I could read her palm for...
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This’ll most likely be reposts from other diaries across the internet: wordpress, livejournal, etc.
