stonedsour's Diaryland Diary

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I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots on a rope;
each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with
a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking.

- J. Conrad. The Heart of Darkness.

11:37 a.m. - 2005-04-02

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