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#stormarwen
Before the storm, the river had all but given up, the guttural roar of wind and deluge rattled all souls, except her and in the aftermath she swelled and bore delicious weight again and my eye-contact with the pageantry of the green headed drake told all the muddy truths: to underestimate is to lose
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Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
Mallard discourse