where the wind’s like a whetted knife

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"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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[open] where the wind’s like a whetted knife

Alija

Nomad

12-23-2019, 03:55 PM

The one year old smokey blue roan girl made her way through her aunts land. She took in the lands appearance and nodded in approval. She spotted a couple of figures in the distance and decided to approach them. She called out before she started their way. The girl smiled as she stopped a respectable distance away from them. She said "Hello, my name is Alija. I am hoping to visit my family's land. What's your names?" She was curious about the two strangers.

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