Here, in the firelight, in the forest, she dances. Her
people around her, making music and feeding the fire, and she whirls with
sticks held loosely and lightly in her palms, spinning and ready against the
opponent who does not come from the sky tonight, but has in the past and will
in the future.
This is the battle that they will never win. That
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That's both profound and very, very sexy.
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If I give a blanket reply to all your comments, does that make me a bad person? I'm really flattered that you've read/liked/commented on so many of my fics. (opening my email and seeing this loooong list of comments from you--frost: "huh? is lj glitching? ohhhhh....dude, yay!") Thanks! ^_^
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And, dude. 'Twas the least I could do: you put them in Memories!
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