Sunday, March 3, 2013
the full moon rose and strained across the sea.
the lunar light curled and glistened over the lips of the lapping tide.
the eyes of a nereid rose from the depths of the dark ocean floor. she knew of a magic that this full moon brings...
a chance to walk on the beaches and the grass.. to walk on the land.
the pulp girls
The Pulp Girls
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