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[bookerjones]

 The night stretched taut and black against the sky. Thousands of pinpricks shined their fluttering light onto the crests of white waves on dark water. Clouds rolled quickly, grumbling past low to the horizon and lightning lashed like a snake's forked tongue, illuminating the void between nothing and forever. The moon rose high to it's throne

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[claytrontosaur]

you need to be a romantic novelist, so i can stop thinking you're really silly, and think you're rich.