segunda-feira, abril 12, 2010

She goes to visit her aunt.
A western wind blows in the old archeologist's house. Oh, she is there. Courtains are hanged outside. Was she washing courtains?
Orange-feet shine on the horizon. She too has the power of the gods.
- I demand a race, she said.
And Hoshy Heogger, a little rusty since the last time she ran, could only accept the challenge.
Sand-runner she is called. And mighty power she does yield.

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