Bleak Island

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i thought those girls needed a little bit of space and silence, although it looks like they might have cornered the market on both already.








still.....








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I miss my wife. I'm all miswired.




She's been on the hero's journey. Facing the mean old nasty dragon. She's getting all crispy around the edges and smoke inhalation and red eyes. Sword all nicked and dull-edged and battered. Shield lumped up, boots a mess, lip balm almost used up.






Still, my money ain't on the dragon.






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I can't see the path ahead, but I can hear the rustling of unnamed beasts in the deep of the wood.













We can't rest here, we must go in.



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Namaste.



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