Feb 02, 2008 13:02
[sounds of the ocean in the background....]
So long dat dis place been keepin' her.
She listened to it's watahs, it's winds, eart', an' grounds...
It en't a home.
De sands be too fine. Sprays too thick. Mm.
Lackin' sultry sounds...de moon push 'n pullin' de waves...even it's -cold- be too bittah.
It en't a home.
the goddess is entirely displeased,
bitter tia,
out and about,
the sea
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She tired o'dis place most days.
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Don' know well. Ye will learn much.
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Be ye still ailin', pet.
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