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Dec 08, 2015 00:29
She directed my attention to the ground near my feet. I guessed, "Grass. Bugs? Twigs? Clover. More grass. Wet grass." She nodded then shook her head no. Right but wrong? Not grass? Not wet (
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nightspore
December 10 2015, 04:58:26 UTC
Wow. "It eats only the thought of what it finds."
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