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[tattered_dreams]

How could his eyes be forgotten? Black pits of fire illuminated vibrant cinders; deep green grass encircled the structure to prevent overflow. The remainder was open sky, clear and almost always cloudless. He would becon sleep with the occasional sweep of his long dark straw-brooms. When he looked at me in the absence of light, I could see Them

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[zoipoo]

*weeping*

that's incredible.