tempestletrope "Your eyes are like the glow from the Lamps of Zacag," Rad sighed, caressing Isabella's cheek. "Soft, mysterious, lovely."
Sunday Music, Monday Edition
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Strange times. Most time in life seems to be spent with waiting. Waiting
for a call, for a letter, for someone to do something that is required
before furt...
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