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Journal stuff
crows and ravens swinging on the cusp of a raspberry haze mumble poesies of haystacks and cockleshells like bumbling balladeers
shadows lie in stippled garlands on cornstalks and weeds, clutching at velvet vapours in the wefts and warps of night’s tapestry
creaks echo in morning mist the eerie adieus of top-hatted silhouettes and phantasmic dreams
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