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[ni_scribbles]

Weary wanderer, wheel your way widdershins of weakness, where a wealth of words waits woven with wonders. While waters whisk their way westwards, wooded willows wave weakly to such well worn wits as we. Works wired with worlds and wisdom would wrap their writing around us, worthily wrought like the wailing wrath of warring wyverns. Wooed by woolly worship, witness the wishes of wolves and wizards, wives and witches, whispers in wily winds and the wild will of wines white and red. This writer will whip the whimsy to wisps of whatever wheat wears the chaff of warped whinnying.
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