Thursday, January 06, 2005

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She lolled her cheek on his jacket, which still smelled of pine, pasture, and sunshine.
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1 comment:

army of me said...

just happened upon your blog and thought I'd give you a thumbs-up. I like the style.

March 8, 2005 at 3:08 PM

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