Oislan, Flaming June
That intoxicating voice, the black night sky, the air thick with narcissus. When she closed her eyes, she could taste it like a strawberry dipped in fresh cream.
posted by Samia @ 2:10 PM
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The awkward life of Samia, in the great city of Chicago, at the ever fabulous U of C GSB.
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2 Comments:
Someone is fond of scented soaps, I see.
And others of Google, I see. :)
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