Welcome back.
Been on a long walk-about,
so,
welcome back to me as well.
Do ya ken, Sol was not the enemy.
We were the enemy of ourselves.
And yet, there was hope for us all.
Persevere.
Emeralda sought her two daughters, and only she knew about the second one.
Half Mast by Empire Of The Sun
Sol judged us from his perch atop the sky and he scorched us with his eye.
I looked down at the angry punk, the one with the mohawk hair that changed from pink to purple before one could view the difference.
He knew things that we did not, and he was not willing to share anything with anyone.
We would have to beat it out of him.
(to be continued tomorrow night)
Oh hell yes.
This is my purgatory,
but it is also my mental salve.
---willies out..
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