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Scorched

Entwining  into a fragmentary  essence, at a juncture in time, She met herself under the scorched branches of an oak tree,torrid sun at it’s glory,wrathfully blinding the stretch. Earth  whirled  draped red, molten sands anticipated for drizzles of ethereal grace, transmuting … Continue reading

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