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Who: Shelley
What: A letter to Norman
When: Today in her cell
Warnings: Nope
( Though my sails be torn and tattered and my mast be turned about, let the night wind fill me to my very soul. Though the spray might sting my eyes and the stars no light provide - give me just another morning light to hold )
What: A letter to Norman
When: Today in her cell
Warnings: Nope
( Though my sails be torn and tattered and my mast be turned about, let the night wind fill me to my very soul. Though the spray might sting my eyes and the stars no light provide - give me just another morning light to hold )