moonbeams, withered and yellowed the leaves
of lung purity , sweet beauty, light is a summer's day , long a winter's night and miles away to the north a pair of breasts a pair of breasts an arrow of love she thought the moment of being would last for a while it did, more than a while ... In the garnet, there lies the anonymous finger
Private Forest and a forest of her own
(scrabble after watching Bright Star on 20100712)
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