We stood in the dark, under a brilliant moon, snow stretching to east and the west, mountains growing to the south, and to the north, brilliant, ghost-white birches, fading into deep nordic dark. And from the warm dark, drums, the rolling, lapping tongue of a thousand sacred drums.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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- Name: Diebold
- Location: Virginia, United States
boatswain's mate second class, surface warfare, united states navy.
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