urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:_demeter of the wheat Chloe Rose Montgomery // Demeter 2009-06-26T21:55:26Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:_demeter:2260 2009-06-26T21:55:26Z 2009-06-26T21:55:26Z Taking a long drag from the joint she'd prepared, Chloe sat curled on the chaise <b>(<a href="http://users.insanejournal.com/_demeter/2260.html">Read more ...</a>)</b> urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:_demeter:2018 2009-06-23T21:09:34Z 2009-06-23T21:09:34Z Chloe's dreams were not things that could be described as <i>dull</i>.<br /><br />Not with <b>(<a href="http://users.insanejournal.com/_demeter/2018.html">Read more ...</a>)</b> urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:_demeter:1743 2009-06-19T22:24:05Z 2009-06-19T22:24:05Z The suite was absolutely divine. <br /><br />After her long flight - complete with a quick <b>(<a href="http://users.insanejournal.com/_demeter/1743.html">Read more ...</a>)</b>