WHO IS THIS STORYTELLER CALLED ARIEL?: THE TAPESTRY OF LOVE : PART TWENTY

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

THE TAPESTRY OF LOVE : PART TWENTY

Miss Jane. September 1944. Jane lay in bed in the early Sunday morning darkness, after having tossed and turned most of the night, wild and highly disturbing phantasmagorical images flickering like a badly wound film reel behind her eyelids, and several times she had cried out and almost sat up.... Sign in to see full entry.

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