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And to think that even the otherworldly Is made other by this world of ours. And every fiction is just some little reality wrapped and tied in ribbon or cloaked in elven wools painted in one thousand colors or masked in grime and muck. And, so disguised, Reality becomes truer.
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
elanor and azure bluets
And to think that even the otherworldly Is made other by this world of ours. And every fiction is just some little reality wrapped and tied in ribbon or cloaked in elven wools painted in one thousand colors or masked in grime and muck. And, so disguised, Reality becomes truer.
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
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