Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Quickening Comments

Rating: 3.0

The thunder clap and rolls of lightening the light's source are energies unknown, the Radison Hotel and the car lot lit and Jack walks into the large marquee.

Sweet Eurydice rises again the music falls from the fiddle and bow the word painter claps his hands and Procne dances without Philomena in the moment to honor eternal love.
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John Dowdall

John Dowdall

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