26.3.06

Put a Spin on It 

What makes you spin, yet holds you up with iron claws? Sunk into the flesh, ripping it back every time it starts to fall... Pure as the virgin snow, giving joy to all the senses... Plain wrong.

The Director is listening:
Summoning - Northward
posted by the Director at or around 21:30

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