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by Rachel Lynch in


She slept in the white light of the moon. There were no shadows, just a tangle of sea smells and her dirty blonde hair. She moved like a serpent. And the gaping space between her legs was her solitude. She placed herself in alien hands for direction, sleeping in a fever of dreams.

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