Scot Herrigel

The breath of the wind invested Rodger Erosource with strength.  There was the semblance of salt in it and the power of the sea and it coursed through his veins as he rode the tumult of the constantly battling waves and air like a great sun, exhuming from him all the circumstantial, vernal bounty of his [...]

Posted on September 10th, 2007 by admin
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John Thomson looked about him and could see in all directions only the manifold conglomeration of dark trees that appeared to be fused with the immensity of shadow that draped itself over his surroundings like an omniscient gown.  He was alone and the October bloom of death was all about him as he walked - [...]

Posted on September 1st, 2007 by admin
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