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  • Valley of Weeds

    The tiger cursed as he pulled his paws away from the now-revealed thorns. First, he needed to stop the hunt so he could escape the storm, on account of he ...

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Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)