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sixwingedrose:
There universe was a haiku of dreams. They circled and spun. They wove through the deep places. Vorell saw them all. The dreams of the maid and the magpie, the jittering clock and the rusted hinges on doors, doublets, dogs, dreary days of rain and drowning – they wafted like smell, but they stung.
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sixwingedrose:
There universe was a haiku of dreams. They circled and spun. They wove through the deep places. Vorell saw them all. The dreams of the maid and the magpie, the jittering clock and the rusted hinges on doors, doublets, dogs, dreary days of rain and drowning – they wafted like smell, but they stung.
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