occoquan1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In which the witch finds his way on the wings of the wind Frozen...cold and wintry...wet and icy. My bones are sore and aching. The wind whips and howls. Snow, sleet, rain...they all pat insistantly against the windows, demanding entry. It's night. Darkness. It's quiet. I rest. S 12:03 a.m. - 02-26-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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