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silver sticks. “Oh, yes! Quite. The government… and oh! Dear, and who is this handsome young man?”silver sticks. by ~Echo-and-Narcissus
The little brown haired boy with big blue eyes like two matching, exotic pieces of bright coral peeped out from behind his daddy’s leg. His mouth gaped. The lady in front of him was simply huge. Bigger then mummy, bigger then even daddy. Nearly, he thought in awe, nearly as big as Santa Clause. But she didn’t have a beard. He smiled a little. If he was nice to Santa’s wife, maybe he’d get more presents this year.
“Ah, this is my boy Sampson. Little tyke. It’s his birthday’s soon, go on, ask him how old he is
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It is like crocodile skin.
Like little tiny fractures where the light shines through.
Like dreams.
And all the world resides in the belly of a fish.
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It is like crocodile skin.
Like little tiny fractures where the light shines through.
Like dreams.
And all the world resides in the belly of a fish.
I smile.
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It is like crocodile skin.
Like little tiny fractures where the light shines through.
Like dreams.
And all the world resides in the belly of a fish.
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