Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block * in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. * Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. * Each stroke carving a future punctuated by unheard screams. * For who would believe this frail woman capable of such wonders?
Maggie on Dudley and Eunice | |
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![]() | Peak 3 (Stillborn) |… on Alderley Edge |
erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg) | |
hana on Succotash |
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