Goat fur

Flying upwards along mountains of dank, crisp oatmeal, the brusque trailhead emerged like a chess pawn on a broken escalator. It floated down toward the steaming hot broth, but glass blocks and pieces of silver ate.. Aw, heck, this ain’t going anywhere. I’ll come back when I have something decent to type.

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