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| In those few finite moments, she was form, and substance and the warmth of her love's skin. She was voice and heartbeat led by a poet's fire within In those moments, She was hope, and promise. A kindred spirit searching - for that soul to allow her in Palooka Thumbles n'ere Bardic |
| The Ultimate Clerical Guidebook - by the Lady Aramina (next big project) |