#and ami ended up over Jerott so that’s nice too
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thecrenellations · 1 year ago
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He spoke each poem through to the end, and beside Jerott, Marthe’s lips moved, following. Sometimes the hard-pressed voice, uplifted, made no sense of the words it spoke. Then when the violence died would come relief, and the voice would pick its way again. (Pawn in Frankincense)
have some slapdash Volos!
without poetry:
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