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acacia thorns
In the land far, far away. That land. The one you may possibly dream of sometimes, when you know you're having the worst nightmare of your life... In that land, where the sun only sets if you want it to, and sun rise shines through the darkened skies like the remnant of an ancient red curtain being opened- that is where They reside. It is a very odd place; I don't quite know what I'm doing here...
writer
- Timystic
- The kind of girl you'll never quite understand; the kind of girl who'll never quite understand herself. A bit lost in her own world, she thinks. But then again, that's just her analysis, and that can hardly describe, or mean, anything at all. Interpret as you will. Some would suggest that spin around in circles and then you might just be able to understand her.
curios
There is a deep dark restless shop(possibly falling off the edge of the world), that cannot be found in the same place twice. This shop has not objects or pointless supermarket objects like kitchen roll, but contains (dare you imagine it!) a set list (though always expanding) of curiosities:
Shaun Tan. Spec Fic. LCRW. Interstitial Library. The Superest. The Chaser. World Tales. nef. Grandfather.
Shaun Tan. Spec Fic. LCRW. Interstitial Library. The Superest. The Chaser. World Tales. nef. Grandfather.
namey-things
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- indigenious struggles (2)
- plights and ponderings (20)
- political meanderings (9)
- requests and enquiries (10)
- tick-tock (3)
- words on many pages (1)
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