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Post by scriptamanent on Sept 11, 2008 14:31:09 GMT -5
9. She woke up in the middle of the night to rein in his recurring nightmare.. "The black stud horse... has finally mounted the ...virgin white ...broodmare," he gasped. Waited for the red dawn lying on their bed, empathising with his agony. No reply, the thought of such stablemates, however, did cross her weary mind. Didn't want perhaps to face how decadently close Death is to the innocent, how sternly spurs their lives into his darkness.. themanyantonymsofsobriety.blogspot.com/2005-09
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