You wore crimson cloaks on the Eve of Profession.
Still, I dubbed thee...
... And the sharp edges dubbed me.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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- Some Days.
- Though My Eyes Struggle.
- She Said.
- I Said.
- Was I A Mystery Hunter?
- Impasse.
- Hand Me My Batleth!
- Where The Wind Is Confined.
- This Thing That Goes All Ways.
- Sabi Ni Ning.
- To The Man Who Passed Through My Harp.
- Quintessence.
- It Is When Blood Profuses The Mind, Really.
- He Who Resides In Silence.
- Face Painting.
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