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[killbobo]

"She was alone. She was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. She was alone and young and willful and wild-hearted, alone amidst a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the sea harvest of shells and tangled and veiled grey sunlight."

Comments

[thefritzer]

call me, shtoopid.

harvest of shells....

[death_machine]

we never finished our talk ms. brackish waters, miss you already.