White-cossack : Alexander

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Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Alexander

I remember his billowing purple cloak, blonde hair sculpting his sun burned face, he had eyes the color of warm shelled almonds. Twenty of us rode across the egyptian desert, seeking the oracle of Osiris in its white tower, twenty days of hot sand and sun, cold moon and stars. He alone entered... Sign in to see full entry.

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