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The world has always been a strange place, and we have always been drawn to its mysteries. People disappear- fall right off the map, and leave us with the weight of all our questions. Sickness descends upon the earth, and takes who it wants. Though we name it and learn its wills and its ways, all our advancements can’t vanquish it. Not yet. And then there’s the forest and the mountains and the ocean, with all their dark corners and unanswerable riddles. Some things aren’t meant to be known.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
A Strange Place
The world has always been a strange place, and we have always been drawn to its mysteries. People disappear- fall right off the map, and leave us with the weight of all our questions. Sickness descends upon the earth, and takes who it wants. Though we name it and learn its wills and its ways, all our advancements can’t vanquish it. Not yet. And then there’s the forest and the mountains and the ocean, with all their dark corners and unanswerable riddles. Some things aren’t meant to be known.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
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