Sunday, January 17, 2010
the thief
Several minutes go by without a whisper; a cool breeze flows by with sting on its tips. A huddled shape, squeezing into a small shadow, sat gripping its knees. The thief whispered, “What have I done?”
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the thief
Several minutes go by without a whisper; a cool breeze flows by with sting on its tips. A huddled shape, squeezing into a small shadow, sat gripping its knees. The thief whispered, “What have I done?”
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Monday, January 18, 2010 at 6:45:00 PM PST
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I think this poor guy is going to get an answer to his question.
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I think this poor guy is going to get an answer to his question.
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