peripatetic patter
learning new tricks . . . and hardhead is always here . . .
June 12, 2016
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Her hair was not always white, but black as the middle of the night . . . Her eyes were always brown, not temporary river mud when wet with run-off, but actual down hair of a new-born fawn, just before flight . . . bkb
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