from Wood
Splinters
Whose old Eden unwrites our sorrows? Behind an apple's waxy glow shone nights of obligation, need, and ordinary awe. To unbite one portal through the old wall by the sword....
Whose old Eden unwrites our sorrows? Behind an apple's waxy glow shone nights of obligation, need, and ordinary awe. To unbite one portal through the old wall by the sword....
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