Wednesday, March 1, 2017

nine-twelve: rodan's tinker

a native American child, sitting in the timeless dust of his ancestors, playing at toys.

while the sun spots, burst and stretch pure energy, high above his head!

-This disguised musing of paranoia brought to you by Abaddon1215.  Don't move on unless you are ready.  Let no harpy command you to do so.

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