Beruthiel's Journal [entries|friends|calendar] Beruthiel O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm Has found out thy bed, of crimson joy; And his dark secret love, does thy life destroy. [ userinfo | insanejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | insanejournal calendar ]

[30 Mar 2008|04:39am] ( One woman's recollections about ten cats, two countries, one yawn-inducing boat-obsessed husband, and of a subsequent exile that lasted (too many) years on end. )

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