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The house rouses, her reassuring furnace below, thump and ping
of pipes and radiator, muffled rushes of the first cars far beyond. Early light
seeps through her ribs.
Posted at 07:24 AM in Nubbins | Permalink
Early light seeps through her ribs .....
Friday, October 31, 2008 at 04:14 PM
Thanks, mm. :-)
Thursday, November 06, 2008 at 05:49 PM
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