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Defying the anger of the stormy winds swearing at her erectness she stood her ground on the rockface stony woman, unafraid of raging seas, frosts ships crashing at her feet. With one eye winking/flashing,circling she warned them of men with mustaches and machetes marauding naked shores far below the banks where caves in seawalls collided with the rumble and dash of waves of protest. Nothing moved her. She stood , solid as the ten commandments unminding of the raging storms doing her duty, flaunting her skirts and dank steps up her heart which stayed unflinching. She was all my new woman wanted to be. st, peters basilica on this rock holding the keys to my souls entry into her private heavens a house with many mansions. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
She- the Lighthouse!
Defying the anger of the stormy winds swearing at her erectness she stood her ground on the rockface stony woman, unafraid of raging seas, frosts ships crashing at her feet. With one eye winking/flashing,circling she warned them of men with mustaches and machetes marauding naked shores far below the banks where caves in seawalls collided with the rumble and dash of waves of protest. Nothing moved her. She stood , solid as the ten commandments unminding of the raging storms doing her duty, flaunting her skirts and dank steps up her heart which stayed unflinching. She was all my new woman wanted to be. st, peters basilica on this rock holding the keys to my souls entry into her private heavens a house with many mansions. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
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