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Cackling and the Crypt
By Paul Reagan Smith It was one a.m. and I lay nude above layers of sweat soaked sheets. It was unusually hot for spring as the heat pulled the salty liquid from my clammy skin that beaded and rolled off my body. It was so quiet and still that my ears rang in defiance. I [...]
21Feb2012 | admin | 1 comment | Continued