Monday, August 5, 2013

I Will Grow, I Will Bear Fruit . . . Figs (Chapter 25)

Twenty Five

Poker—like a god emerging from the fog, fragment by fragment—appears in the doorway. There is a glint in his eyes, mischievous and small. A glint produced by optic nerves, innocent and pure like a newborn rain...

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