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I had this idea from someone who started a story, and I thought of my own and took it a little more seriously.
Like distant gales, crashing against monstrous rocks, you could hear lands screaming for your ears to follow, like following the buffalo hooves across the ground or the train hurrying it's way toward the beetle crossing over the railroad beams. These little lands were made for different children locked in bloody vessels, or deeper tunnels and road ways only they could grasp onto.
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Keep up with the story.
Like distant gales, crashing against monstrous rocks, you could hear lands screaming for your ears to follow, like following the buffalo hooves across the ground or the train hurrying it's way toward the beetle crossing over the railroad beams. These little lands were made for different children locked in bloody vessels, or deeper tunnels and road ways only they could grasp onto.
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Keep up with the story.