When she tells you about Iceland, nod and agree that Reykjavik was too small to contain her and that faeries are mere folktales, not even myths. Her hair will be onyx black and her eyes, like that of a fox, will hold and measure you in mere seconds.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
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