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A post a day of the old aqua archives...because I can't bear to see them buried. Those who know...already know.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Quiet stalks
on sticky pads
scaling walls and
defying gravity
waiting for darkness
and the reckless flurry
of dusty wings
that come
to the light.
Posted by Angelfish at 5:07 AM

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