We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Did You Know? Delia Brown likes a darklit room, a strong veneer, a quiet rumble, a background score. She prefers weakness crushed on ice and likes her boys both mean and nice. She's been through circles and tested squares, but the only triangle she'll touch is the upside down—but don't try Dutch. Status: 799 Miles Away Effect: Unprecedented

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