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SteelHands · 61-69, M
Wretched and filthy washed upon the miserable shore. Was this dream or reverie from some past life? The tropical smell permeated my senses. Cane bamboo dwellings by the hundreds. A thousand years worth of galapagos trees. Ladies and children before each one doing various household things. These looked like mermaids a notably mongrel, yet remarkably gentle countenance.
And there I was. Smudged, starved, tattered and half bearded. Being treated by their looks and deeds as if I were the second coming of the holy one.
-Castaway
And there I was. Smudged, starved, tattered and half bearded. Being treated by their looks and deeds as if I were the second coming of the holy one.
-Castaway
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