The grain is dry and lifeless beneath my tread. Normally, the befallen tragedy of famine would spur me into action, to breathe life into that for which I am praised.
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Read the rest: “Hell Beneath Us: Part One” « Love The Bad Guy.
The grain is dry and lifeless beneath my tread. Normally, the befallen tragedy of famine would spur me into action, to breathe life into that for which I am praised.
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Read the rest: “Hell Beneath Us: Part One” « Love The Bad Guy.
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