Foreboding night sky. Machined precision. A vivid vision, ascending light’s cry as winged beasts fly.
[to be continued...]
This gave me inordinate amounts of trouble… I restarted a number of times, but just couldn’t get it to work!
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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