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Passant D’Arthur

Passant D’Arthur Robert E. Stutts Light piercing the morning clouds startles me with its brightness, so like the wound in my side that bleeds onto the brown grass. Bedivere has left, and I have not even Excalibur to give me … Continue reading

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