Good grief, it’s a flying saucer. Don’t tell me you see it too. Shall we run screaming into the wheat? That sounds prudent to me. But no, I suppose this itchy purple light is some kind of tractor beam.
http://www.southernliterarymessenger.com/0104/review2012.htm
Friday, October 10, 2008
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