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I love the swordplay of our . quiet times together, fencing with tender touches and upraised glances; quicksilver cuts, afraid we might ..

instinct skills caves hunt gather language village trade walls hovels agriculture tribes politics routes towns laws cities king..

Everytime I try to sleep, a dark wind blows through me, its airy arms loaded with gales of chaos, someone’s cackling laughter, ..

A dry leaf scuttles into non-sensual contact with the water to sail a little while in the wind; my reverie always jostled by noisy people ..

When we talk shop and turn ourselves inside out, something with no name happens that is not macro, not quantum. It is a thing ..

I Picked strawberries At Washington farms today They were red through and through Tender and fragrent Not like those berry shaped balsa bits ..

When I die, please don’t say, "He passed…" I did not pass, I DIED! I kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit the dust, c..

When your smile flashes and burns across my cheek, I drown in flames. Immolation is not fun, but an earnest third d..

I was young, and that’s my excuse, I just did not know when I saw the little wheel of cheese so soft and creamy on the label. ..

My private Pensacola jungle overlooked the bay where I was isolated in live oaks and Spanish moss. It is there I hid to read and be transpo..