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Miss Hawkline sat naked on the floor of a room filled with musical instruments and kerosene lamps that were burning low. She was sitting next to the harpsichord. There was an usual light on the keys of the harpsichord and there was a shadow to that light.
Coyotes were howling outside.
The lamp-distorted shadows of musical instruments made exotic patterns on her body........
i'm reading the hawkline monster: a gothic western, again, for the 300th time.
Coyotes were howling outside.
The lamp-distorted shadows of musical instruments made exotic patterns on her body........
i'm reading the hawkline monster: a gothic western, again, for the 300th time.