Written by Daemon |
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Wednesday, 04 August 2004
I looked at her quietly. She was lovely, standing there, her toes grazing the floor in her efforts to remove some of the strain from her arms. I stepped into the room, inadvertently scuffing my shoe against the staircase that lead down to area where she was dangling and watched as she paused for moment, turning her head quickly as if she detected a noise, her body ceasing its movements for the briefest of moments. Her breath suspended upon her parted lips. I could almost see the movement of her eyes under the black cloth I had secured around her head.
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