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Memiors of an Alaskan Sep 20
I tug on the rope and glance back over my shoulder, down into the darkness below. I can't see the bottom but I know it's close. I look back up at Todd, crouched on the small shelf of snow and a few feet above me. "This is ten", I say and lean back.
It sounds like a gunshot and I've never been shot at but as if by some primordial instinct I drop prone. I look up at Todd and his eyes are so wide I think they could swallow his face, And the second thing I notice is the smell, shattered granite smells a lot like gunpowder. Or maybe its that they both smell like death.
thanks for your request Staley!!! and for your nice comment, wish you could also make the video... too bad you are not in the East Coast, we're doing a small tour starting Feb23td. dont' think the budget will allow us to go all the way to L.A ;-( keep in touch , would you?
posted Feb 4
HI BEN! Did you get something like pictures on my sounds.. :) Hope you are well Childe
posted Nov 16
Thanks for the curiosity Staley ! I just sent you an email, read you soon I hope. Geste (Paris)
posted Nov 5
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Tormenta says:
Thank you for the add, creator.
posted Jun 4