IXA Chapter by Tkess
Gnarled
cliff face shaping the rocky pier.
Blind waves crashing, breaking. Soft, delicate flow of silk skirts as fluid as the sea. The day trampled underfoot. The heavens overflowing Yellow moon on violin. The freckle of stars, seated orchestra. The impossibility of your eyes © 2012 Tkess
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TkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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