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Misc. Day – In The Lap Of The Master

As the last of the wreckage falls around the crashing waves of the raging sea, the sand began to rumble around me. It was a gentle, almost comforting vibration that seeped into the sand in-between my feet. The pitch-black night was distant, but the… Continue Reading “Misc. Day – In The Lap Of The Master”

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