a voice that grinds the machinery of the rain to a halt. a voice that tips the earth.
| Beneath Lawrinson Tower, 9:02 AM | Colder on the inside | Meatball Machine | earthberg |
| Wind Farm | You move with the eloquence of a fiery wall of disintegrating fuselage | Story-teller |
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