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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Writing exercise.

His sparsely freckled neck rose abruptly.
His shoulders, bony and flat, did not lessen
this, and the starting sockets of his
bulging eyes gave him not even the courtesy
of distraction. Grulf was blind, bearded,
bitterly blond, and beyond help. Where he
sat, he could feel only four inches of
smooth stone beneath him in any direction,
and his curled ears discerned the sound of
waves from every direction. He curled his
unfortunate head back to his caved chest and
muttered, "Not again."

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