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The night has begun — she dashed into the crest of the woods where the branches would clank together, forming an echo of suspiciousness — silence cannot be suppressed. Through the drifting moon — the stars tracking her every stride into the broad peak of the unknown, somehow she can inhale in the black. “Hello, which pathway will you pick up? Can I tour with you? She cried out. “I don't want to be alone.” The trees floated on the flicker of the breeze — granting her the direction that she desires — somehow, she realizes she is not alone.
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
When the Night Has Begun
The night has begun — she dashed into the crest of the woods where the branches would clank together, forming an echo of suspiciousness — silence cannot be suppressed. Through the drifting moon — the stars tracking her every stride into the broad peak of the unknown, somehow she can inhale in the black. “Hello, which pathway will you pick up? Can I tour with you? She cried out. “I don't want to be alone.” The trees floated on the flicker of the breeze — granting her the direction that she desires — somehow, she realizes she is not alone.
cordelia
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
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