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November 8 - November 11, 2024
The land is naught but brittle, frozen wood, yet here lies a glass-encased heart, warm and beating and green.
MAYBE WE CAN BE ALONE together.
It had taken the day, but he had done it. He, Boreas, the North Wind, had baked a cake. The sweet concoction had been a worthy adversary, but he had prevailed, in the end. Now to decorate.