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 Solely because this is the last networking site that I haven't  posted this picture on. . . 

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 She watched him intently, careful to remain silent behind the trunk of the ancient tree. Her palms were wet with perspiration, her lips pursed tightly in a taut line. Her slippered feet throbbed beneath the hem of her dress. She guessed that her slippers were probably tattered and torn by now, caked with blood and dirt. How long had it been before ( Read more... )