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On the SS America: Was an ocean liner and cruise ship built in the U.S. in 1940. Designed by naval architect William Francis Gibbs. She carried many names in the 54 years between her construction and her 1994 wreck.
She was wrecked as the American Star at Playa de Garcia in the Canary Islands on January 18, 1994. The wreck has since deteriorated and collapsed into the sea and only a small section of the bow remains visible during low tide.
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Get ready….

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Love the hair!

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Lady in the Moon

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Fall of 1923 Miss Aurelia Sauer and Miss Gladys Bell. Across from Lafayette High.

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Christmas 1957

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threat

There was a new taste on the air, something different than the four. 

burning feathers and ozone

ocean spray on bare skin

the black void of space

a voice heard without ears

leather and gunpowder and two human boys 

Something powerful was within reach, something new, yet older than time. And it knew. It Knew about the others, the ones who had fallen, had been Devoured. It would be next. It had to be next, before it’s potential could come to fruition. 

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Four, the total of the rank.

A seasonal goddess, fragile spring flower, forgotten under a scientific winter. 

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the Taste of spring

fragrant buds and the smell of rain on the air  

thunder murmuring in the distance

green grass under retreating winter snow

warm breeze driving the cold back into that long night

love sweet skin on the tongue

A scream in the night. Another has fallen to join the ranks of the Devoured.