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Mar. 17th, 2005 12:21 amDeath is out by the lakeshore, perched in the rocks overlooking the water.
She's skipping stones and watching the moonlight gleam on the water, at the peaceful spread of the ripples. The night continues with its soft and subtle song around her.
She's skipping stones and watching the moonlight gleam on the water, at the peaceful spread of the ripples. The night continues with its soft and subtle song around her.
