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rejectomorph) wrote2004-10-13 08:12 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2004-10-13 08:12 pm
Hot
The wind has gone, but has left a suffocating blanket desert air behind. The forest sweats resin, filling the night with a pungent odor. Sluggo groans and complains, and demands to be allowed to sleep. I'd better let him.