I watch, impatient.
Ripples from her booted foot
Pull her out of time.
How does it work?
Wonderful ♥
Aw, this is kinda lovely. Brilliant stuff, Hannah!
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Wonderful ♥
Aw, this is kinda lovely. Brilliant stuff, Hannah!