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The moon is fat over the foggy valley. With hasty steps, cloaked and armed, they approach the river carrying some of their ilk. They dismember them, wash them with milk.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
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The moon is fat over the foggy valley. With hasty steps, cloaked and armed, they approach the river carrying some of their ilk. They dismember them, wash them with milk.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
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