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Perspective of the Slow Moving
I wobbled forwards over the pebbled turf of the riverbed. Fear clutched my heart as the red fur flashed before me. In an instant I withdrew into my carapace, in ...
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She gnawed her lip restlessly, energy surged, a turmoil of emotions struggled for room on the limited canvas space. Feeling as though without an outlet her very being would overflow ...
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The remainder of her escape proceeded unhindered. Upon arrival at the site the tension of fury was released from her neck and she was able to let go of the ...