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Daily Archives: March 13, 2017
What Happens Next
What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from … Continue reading
Come Up: englyn proest dalgron
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested … Continue reading
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