She was speared, stradled, on the prong of his gaff. Landed in a flurry of rent lace, her cries rang down the valley, twisting the willows on The Genoa Flats. Desire crackling the air with summer lightning.
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She was speared, stradled, on the prong of his gaff. Landed in a flurry of rent lace, her cries rang down the valley, twisting the willows on The Genoa Flats. Desire crackling the air with summer lightning.
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