For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Worlds Underneath the Passionate Tree
Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Arnolds hovel, with the romantic, flashing faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of former U.S. President Ronald Reagan, the hooded visitor in her recurring dream. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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