Ist Wie Der Wind

Across, in all its waxing presence, developed a seagreen corona of salinity.
How could it do anything, when it was scintillating alone onto a sere mountainside?
Thirsting Astraea, you must look towards the ocean built beaches to see your blind beatitudes!

There in the drowned grasses lied a secret eel, one that told me to swim closer.

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