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watching and staring, I can barely see anything at all. thoughts cascading, a triple spiral mountain run-off. fever dreams flashing, I'm sick, I'm sick. entrance stone turns to sand. cars are hissing, tractor trailers are roaring. something holy lives here, three realms. land, sea, sky.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
triple goddess
watching and staring, I can barely see anything at all. thoughts cascading, a triple spiral mountain run-off. fever dreams flashing, I'm sick, I'm sick. entrance stone turns to sand. cars are hissing, tractor trailers are roaring. something holy lives here, three realms. land, sea, sky.
I think if I put more time into this it could be really cool. Or maybe just considering a series based on this sort of idea.. or maybe it just doesn't make sense.
petuniawhiskey
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
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