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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Twenty-four

"Witchchilde," "La Dame du Lac," "Solomon." There are some things I need to...to remember. Some things that I've put away.

But that's neither here nor there. Not now. Not while I can't focus.

This one, for courage: When wings float on breezes of blacks, grays, and whites, and a horrifying scream rings out in the night, at the end of the tunnel there will always be light, as long as this woman keeps up the spirit of the fight.

You get three chances.

8 comments:

  1. I am imagining a thunderstorm of some kind. Y'know, clouds, thunder, and lightning. Dunno what the woman refers to though, unless it's Mother Nature.


    You seem kind of frazzled. Not that I blame you, but it is cause for concern. =(

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  2. Sure, I'll go with thunderstorm. Or any other type of storm.

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  3. Incorrect. There are two chances left.

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  4. It's a Breeze.
    Breeze in the Monochrome NIGHT.

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  5. Incorrect. There is one chance left.

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