Monthly Archives: January 2014

Window

  She was beautiful even in the darkness. Her skin was cafĂ© au lait, with the emphasis on the lait, and soft, silky like a whisper of snow on the wind. There was nothing cold about her, though. She was … Continue reading

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Centum

And when in broken pieces lay The strings of fellowship And when at break of sodden day The sound of cracking whips, Do all the wise words steal away And stumbling fools do slip Into the realm of come what … Continue reading

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