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He stands above the bridged weir, watching the sunlight striking the waterfall, where stream joins river, bright silver spray, subtle spectrum. Ripples exhaust their energy on the black glassy surface, obscuring the waiting menace pervading his dark imaginings. He's beyond its reach, sheltered by artifacts, though exposed in stillness to ghostly thoughts, cloaked in ancient folklores' clothes, savage rites, evil onslaughts.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
Creeping Murmur
He stands above the bridged weir, watching the sunlight striking the waterfall, where stream joins river, bright silver spray, subtle spectrum. Ripples exhaust their energy on the black glassy surface, obscuring the waiting menace pervading his dark imaginings. He's beyond its reach, sheltered by artifacts, though exposed in stillness to ghostly thoughts, cloaked in ancient folklores' clothes, savage rites, evil onslaughts.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
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