Рет қаралды 985
"I slept and saw God's forge in frost. Its hearth was quelled, and as it cooled so swooned the verdancy it kept above. In slumber it grew a thick winter skin, white as bedsheets. In their folds the waker dreamt, her breath as steam, her touch as hot as iron, forgotten in the fire."
- Charles "The Big Man" Dutton, 'Dream Bubbles'
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this is my entry for the squidward collab. i don't even know what this is so don't ask.