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(written with Brittny…) Seems there are groups breaking up all over the place. Alliances are crumbling. Strained relationships are breaking down, and old grudges are being resurrected. As small as all the new the groups become, however, the argument always ends up being about the group – because somehow, individuals always get lost in the… Read more
Wild clouds, they were, galloping over the ocean plains, scooping up the rainbow jelly that had risen up from the deep abyss. Caught by the currents of deep-sea lightning now stroking their billow, they pulsed with eerie colours as they rode the atmospherics towards the shore. They found me waiting. I have the song of… Read more
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