Soft fingertips.
"there's dust on my guitar"
posted by Polysemous at 6:36 AM
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Sunday, October 04, 2009
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- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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