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Ephraim Sol PM
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11A Rope of Sand A glorious place, centre of Time's deface; the crumbling of all, before all shall fall. A Name from above, aflight a dove. A memory is lost, by all a cost, but what of the light, a sight of white? Naturally corded, by chapters recorded. R&R please
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, Spiritual & Romance, words: 19, follows: 1, updated: 2/6/2010 published: 11/21/2007
10Storage » Storage
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, Fantasy & Adventure, chapters: 2, words: 663, updated: 8/13/2007 published: 3/2/2007
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