WolfSoul
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I can almost feel the desert drinking me. The march - this marching - is the comfortable padding of bare feet on the prickly earth. The ground chips chunks off of my feet. The remains of me trail off behind.
As the landscape envelops me I lose my identity. A name doesn't mean much when the desert devours.
--Wolfsoul
I can almost feel the desert drinking me. The march - this marching - is the comfortable padding of bare feet on the prickly earth. The ground chips chunks off of my feet. The remains of me trail off behind.
As the landscape envelops me I lose my identity. A name doesn't mean much when the desert devours.
--Wolfsoul