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This poor baby nobody wanted floated up onto our dock and we gave it a name and it was happy. as long as we dont give it toys to spoil it we think it will stay.
It was that time of the year again and the idol worshipers began their fire. This year they promised it was to the be the largest one yet. They had said this every year
they looked at each other in wonderment. neither desired to pull away and fully comprehend what they had saw. their wave lengths tangling together into a string of seaweed to float out into the abyss