by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:53 am
She hurried back upstairs.
"I'm not wearing that!" chance snapped at the sailor as he again tried to put a sling around her neck and arm.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."