this is true
Category Story / All
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It's lean and it's sharp, askance and smoke, the sort of quiet silent way enemy hours fade softly, hard like glass, sweet as sugared silk. Why flutters like butterflies, it's a delicate and colorful thing broadness upon wings a wonder not broken, miles in millions, for no other reason than that there is one.
Somehow.
Somehow.
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