the glory of story

[ribald]

As for The Visitation, stories abound in the tiny village. Some of the ancient sacks of skin and bones still murmur about having witnessed it in their febrile dreamoanings.

Brittledry and crustcracked, the spirits of the people were far more barren than the land that no longer provided them sustenance. It is said that a small family had

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[tinaisnoacronym]

This was beautifully captivating. Thank you for writing this.

[enigma74]

"He inhaled her (yes it was a her it had to be nothing but a wombearer had capacity for this kind of worldlove) scent deeply, greedily, that he might become a part of her, she a part of him, that this never had to end. He took it in until he felt he would burst."

Fuckin' A.