Friday, June 20, 2008
She asked me to dance upon the truth she held dearly. The perimeter is void of stars. The storm rides on and we are left in the unknown. The desert stretches on forever, barren but more is here than you would ever imagine. Blood flows from the natives body, his belongings scattered. Book in hand I wander on.
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