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12-02-2007, 11:24 PM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
She came in from the blizzard, took her coat off, and my god! you could see her nipples were like Bing cherries through her shirt.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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