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2011-12-08
2011
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12
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08
10:03 pm
Current Mood:
contemplative
Entry tags:
night of the aurochs
Night of the Aurochs
by Dalton Trumbo; an excerpt
"He picks her up in his arms, weeping. Her brown hair streams backwards against her white body. She is his rabbit, once again his murdered love."
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