Pegasus
Atomic Citrocity
An arm is a wonderful thing. An arm is a bird is a wing is an alabaster vase. An arm is a pale white horse that lifts in flight to trouble the gods. An arm is the black, bent limb of a tree. It stretches in shadow and light. It has a brother; it has none. An arm is myth, magic, and mystery. An arm is free: Where is its body? An arm becomes.
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