Into the Neptunia

We collected everything we had, stuffing knapsacks with keepsakes and heading off Pockets full of day old bread We made it as far as the river that day, sometimes dropping crumbs We we're running from something, or other more persuasive adventures called Luckily friction still operates normally, heating tin cans on coals and conjuring a... Continue Reading →

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