Tongues
By Amanda Firefox
I touch her skin and she touches mine. The language of her people is strange, at times honey sweet, at times cruel and bitter. I don’t mind. I endeavor to learn it anyway. Even the bitterest syllables are sweeter than the blades and arrows our people exchanged when mine first plied the shores of hers with the sharp-bowed boats and heavy oxen of eager colonists.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
By Amanda Firefox
I touch her skin and she touches mine. The language of her people is strange, at times honey sweet, at times cruel and bitter. I don’t mind. I endeavor to learn it anyway. Even the bitterest syllables are sweeter than the blades and arrows our people exchanged when mine first plied the shores of hers with the sharp-bowed boats and heavy oxen of eager colonists.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
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