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"Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication: her soul would rise to the surface of her body like a crew charging up from the bowels of a ship, spreading out over the deck, waving at the sky and singing in jubilation."

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  • wax sealed love letters
  • gentle hush of whispers
  • trinket boxes
  • running wild through crafted lands
  • overgrown gardens
  • hearts and minds
may 6 2011 ∞
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