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03-24-2012, 10:19 AM
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.
You are now leaping up to get what you were cooking to take to work for lunch out of the oven now that you realize it's been in for too long.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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