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garrison there

The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I fall to my knees on the cold floor clasp my … Continue reading

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witch

the kid in the front row of the dim gymnatorium had dark blue eyes that gradually widened along with his mouth as the actress cackled joyously over her imaginary cauldron he could not see that she was too beautiful for … Continue reading

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