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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:49 pm
Quick and quicker still, the movement of the swamp screams past his glittering eyes, past memory laced with a smile full of promises and joys, desires, laughter, and mischief-- and when it stills all that is left is the dizzying hush of Vertigo.
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