She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, January 07, 2008
The drink was as big as her head. She wanted help, but none was forthcoming, so bravely she lofted the goblet to her lips and partook of the elixir. For a long time. It would take plenty of precious time to consume it all. Her head was light, lofty and far from home.
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