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[darsabre]

nothing like five in the morning, alone in the middle of the almost-empty city to make one feel... disconnected. it's moments like these that make one feel that one has slipped across to faerie, or some Otherworld in which one is one of few, if not the only person in existence. it's strangely peaceful, but very very eerie... like wandering into a

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[ric_amerin]

and everything feels remarkably, unreally clean?
and even on dry, hot days, i imagine i smell rain...

[darsabre]

exactly...