It was with confidence that he/she/it arrived on the small island. The means of transport were not at all impressive - wading to shore through the calm seas, carrying a small frail woman in arms and trailed by one that was obviously not human. Yet the confidence was there.
It wrapped itself around the creature's posture and assured every step of bare foot in the sand. It left its own impression with each print and was nearly as much of the creature as the creature itself. On further ins…
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Posted on November 1, 2007 at 8:04pm —
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Oh, and my pens should get together for coffee with your notebooks. Imagine the possibilities!