JohnParnell
The eager guests’ mass of forms are darkening the chessboard whereon I look intently.
| JohnParnell An instant after, under its screen, my eyes look quickly, ghostbright, at my foe and fall once more upon a working corner. |
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| JohnParnell I translate a white bishop quietly and my grey claw goes up again to my forehead whereat it rested. |
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