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Post by south4thesummer on Sept 21, 2012 5:30:22 GMT -5
Daniel's in the lion's den, shaking fists and pounding walls, raging and begging. Anything with claws is a God in the dark, anything with teeth and a sharp hunger. Find the high ground and a blistering patience, hackles raised. Nothing to do but wait, wound tighter than a spring, a stillness so active it is excruciating.
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