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yumado | November 24, 2009
‘Twas one summer night, in mid-November,
The sun was shining brightly.
Warm days and snowless nights.
Four writers, they wrote for all to remember.
yumado | November 24, 2009
‘Twas one summer night, in mid-November,
The sun was shining brightly.
Warm days and snowless nights.
Four writers, they wrote for all to remember.
aderkatch | November 24, 2009
The dawn wasn’t fierce on the shore, and in fact it was almost too nice and too pleasant to follow the rosy wisps of clouds which crossed the sky today the way crab legs cross along the damp sand as it comes and goes by the edge of the tide. He had seen many dawns [...]
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