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January 09, 2008


I feel such a tiny, pathetic surge of victory when I manage to puzzle through one of your posts.

And I benefit from her elucidation and so feel, if not victory, then commity and celebration, like the weak and helpless greeting the valiant upon their homecoming from the intellectual battleground.

I stride down the lane, carrying my shield, as Belle the Spartan Maid races to meet me, her bare thighs flashing in the sun.

6.luxuriant, as vegetation

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