Oh, how my heart can fly
The sand itself and the casting light it reflects onto your wind-stricken face might as well burn as hot as the sun. The storms that billow in front of you creep closer and closer in a rampage. They threaten thunder. They offer solace. There is no hope. Your car is done for. Your phone is done for. You're done for. You always have been. You scream into the storm before it comes through, leaving your throat raw and taking everything away with it. Maybe it's a bargain. You welcome the change. |
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ID #5129
NAME: Beau PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them GP (CURRENT): 206 BIOME: arid ORIGIN: traveler NATURE: supportive BOUNDARY: barchan dune SIZE: hardy NATURE FEATURES: blowout grass (Redieldia flexuosa) FAMILIARS: none |
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