The
odor
of
decaying
senses
rushed
in
with
the
choking
breath
of
a
sapling
hiding
among
the
weeds
of
time
Stumps
August 8, 2011 by tales0397
August 8, 2011 by tales0397
The
odor
of
decaying
senses
rushed
in
with
the
choking
breath
of
a
sapling
hiding
among
the
weeds
of
time
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