rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
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The wind has gone, but has left a suffocating blanket desert air behind. The forest sweats resin, filling the night with a pungent odor. Sluggo groans and complains, and demands to be allowed to sleep. I'd better let him.
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