Walking down the hill, past old growth forest and swampgrass, a traveler sees a young girl hastily walking past a old stump. disgarded blankness, a tired sigh, a look to the traveler, a hasty retreat.
It's the sound of geese flying south that keeps his mind from perversions.
Posted by rada at 9:59 AM
1 comment:
that looks like a vagina.
oh..
right.
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