In the valley of the kings hear plainly the ghost sighs of slaves toiling muscles, strenuous and gleaming in the scalding sun pounding upon limestone…
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The night we swam in the pond dark water and moonlight our teeth slightly chattering, brilliantly gleaming in the not quite warm spring glad your…
Look where the Twilight people go stepping through darkened veils to where, we don’t know What do they seek under the cover of blue? Between…