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Over-Planned Community
The stain smells sorta like a pine, but every grape can’t be pressed to wine.
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TWT-SPARKS
Come play in the fairy dust. Instead of coveting shooting stars, wish on the bioluminescent bay, drippings of the angels.
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Seek Dewdrops Here
A drop of sweat finds its way down my back, and I am numb to the way it navigates the scaly mountain range of my spine before pooling in the cool indentation below. There are more pearls waiting their turn to slide, and they flitter like sprites on the fence of my brow, guarding the […]
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