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Marching Song, Part 10/11


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the tenth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 5000
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 9/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the ninth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 4500
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit


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Marching Song, Part 8/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the eighth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 1500
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 7/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the seventh letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 1000
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 6/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the sixth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 5100
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 5/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the fifth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit
Warning: warfare
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 3200
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 4/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the fourth letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Warning: warfare,
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 1200
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 3/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown epistolary romance. This is the third letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song,
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Warning: warfare,
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 3000
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 2/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown
epistolary romance. This is the second letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song, Part 2
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Warning: warfare, poor hygiene
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 1800
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit

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Marching Song, Part 1/?


I wrote this for dealbreaker19 as a part of the SansaxSandor letter exchange. It blossomed from what was suppose to be one letter into a full blown
epistolary romance. This is the first letter of several letters.

Title: Marching Song,
Author: kimberlite8
Summary: Sandor's war letters to Sansa while he is on campaign. An epistolary smutfic.  "It feels so sweet to fall asleep with your words in my head, your letters underneath my hand. Like I could actually believe that with all the world has to offer, you chose to sit in this muddy tent only because I was here."
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Warning: warfare,
Pairing: SanSan
Word count: 1800
Beta: A special thanks to redgoddemandsit
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Antilamentation

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don't bother remembering
any of it. Let's stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

-Dorianne Laux
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