
The marten was driven downward to escape quickly but it forced him to come straight at me. Those seconds were spent trying to recognize the animal, angry clenched eyes, a lanky and determined runner.
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The blog version of Give Blood Magazine, est. 1972
1 comment:
Your scrubs are beginning to look like your glyphs, no, wait a minute, is that the other way round?
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