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Moving Day
As I wake on the island I’ve grown to know as loneliness, I hear the raging red waters swirl around the desolate island I’ve grown comfortable on. A faint call echoes across the waters.
As I wake on the island I’ve grown to know as loneliness, I hear the raging red waters swirl around the desolate island I’ve grown comfortable on. A faint call echoes across the waters.