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[randiriel]

A soft lick of the tongue, though it's all in her head, and spring has sprung early, fooling the girls and the poppies who are bound to be bitten by the sure-to-come frost. Not tempered for the climate, not protected from the heat. And how those vixens toiled, yet still unloved, as yet unspoiled. To light a fuse behind those coal-dust eyes. To

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[earlofgrey]

Very, very pretty.

[randiriel]

Thank you.

[julifish]

Nice. Those thoughtful moments of great eloquence are lovely. :)