'Tween Threed and the Desert

Most of the year, a wasteland between death and thirst. It's a shame nobody comes around in autumn.
Most of the year, a wasteland between death and thirst. It's a shame nobody comes around in autumn.
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Cannotthink | Hawk eye |
Rip through the hawk black swamp
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1/28/09 | 9.00 |