"My queen was like that pure detached moon, forgiving, still shining, still radiant, offering me the last of her light. I kicked out at a tree, and a shower of dew fell from it. Thousands of moons slithered from its eaves and fell, flattened, on the ground. Dark stars lit by black flames." -Shan Sa
Friday, January 15, 2010
Because everything was written here.
"My queen was like that pure detached moon, forgiving, still shining, still radiant, offering me the last of her light. I kicked out at a tree, and a shower of dew fell from it. Thousands of moons slithered from its eaves and fell, flattened, on the ground. Dark stars lit by black flames." -Shan Sa
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