this just popped in my head:
anansi133 once asked me where the stories came from, and sometimes I wish I knew, but that might spoil the magic, eh?
Listen.... You can hear her sigh on the wind. When it is still you can hear
her hum, that hum she would make, a low rumble in her chest that was like
the purr of a big cat, wandering up and down the scale without melody but
still beautiful. Like she was beautiful.
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Date: 2008-11-22 03:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-22 11:42 am (UTC)