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Mar 22, 2009 15:08



“The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,

Like some lost child”

She stands in the airport, tears in her eyes, his handkerchief clutched in her arms. There isn't any cross country communication allowed, expect for carefully screened letters. Laura makes the perfect picture of a woman bidding farewell to her ( Read more... )

mission insane, story: places you'll go, table: poetry

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ammolite March 24 2009, 00:39:29 UTC
“…his handkerchief clutched in her arms ( ... )

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