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Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Beach She rolled and her body turned as a bovine mount on a spit. Grains of sand powdered in patches across that wall of a back. The sun cooked and the sand fleas jumped in her ears. She slept oblivious as most. Casual wind lifted only the driest of hair. Young girls buried a friend left her... Sign in to see full entry.

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