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February 10, 2008 at 9:31 pm #695
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    Sanso's Party

    Zhanochka ran until she could run no more, and then she collapsed into a heap on the ground. Birch trees shimmered against the watery blue sky abover her head and before long her eyes had fluttered and closed.

    Moments later she smiled. Nishanti, she whispered. You’re here.

    Zhanochka slept soundly where she had slipped to the ground, sprawled on the tussocky grass beneath the trees, her sleeves still pushed up over her elbows and a smile on her lips.

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