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Jul 2020
Deep inside the forested Grove.
A candle lit dinner.
The children play.
They play with twigs.
And branch to sticks.
When the mood allows.
The mood is different today.
The twigs are sharp.
The tree falls down.
And kills them all.
'shall we serve pudding?'
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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