HAIL MARY: fuzz of sass, full. 'A dreaded sunny day, so i meet you at the cemetery gates, Keats and Yeats are on your side, While Wilde is on mine. So we go inside and we gravely read the stones, all those people, all those lives, where are they now?' Posted on a strange sunny day that featured rain clouds breaking through with uncertainty. It's posted between the compound and the old hive, drawn by Kaelen Q, drawn when i lived with her in D Manor.
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