DANG MUSE Dead silence from that hustler. Perhaps she's on a ghost ship circling the moon. If ever she lands back here on earth, I'll tell you. And if she lands in storm-tossed seas where those who sail so often drown, I shall swim to her rescue, dazzled by her blazing eyes, braving waves too high, too stacked, seas too dark, too towering to save her, thus to drown in her unsalvageable service. jh
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