god llamas phased out, rabbits locked into position. the new wrapping torn and removed. the gleam of light reflected across the breadth and dept of time and beyond. continuous oval semaphore. out of phase detachment, the new troops are in. green dark light seeps in from the distance. across the meadow, the hill, the city. one last passing glance to the dry, creaking sky. 011222
string or something duckrabbit, duck. 020927
god my duck is spinning 030624
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