Ta'ra!
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The Melancholy Death..He prosed in the dunesThe Melancholy Death..
They were wed by the sea
Their nine-day-long honeymoon
was on the isle of Capri.
For their supper they had one specatular dish- a simmering stew of mollusks and fish. And while he savored the broth, her bride's heart made a wish.
That wish came true-she gave birth to a baby. But was this little one human Well, maybe.
Ten fingers, ten toes, he had plumbing and sight. He could hear, he could feel, but normal? Not quite. This unnatural birth, this canker, this blight, was the start and t
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apologies for writing late, but life has been quite busy the last weeks...
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To writers words are is like a substands which can be molded and shapped while their imagination is the limit to what they can create.
~K F Arcus~
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To writers words are is like a substands which can be molded and shapped while their imagination is the limit to what they can create.
~K F Arcus~
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I CAME, I SAW, I ate cookies.
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proud member of *childrensillustrator and =Craftcycle
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