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The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced,... » Read
She was the goddess that I worshipped daily, and I made my sacrifices in hugs and comfort and all the tears that I shed for her. (And I did it all gladly)
There are always promises you wish you could have kept, but never could have anyway.
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Short Story | Updated Mar 25, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2