👀 Look at that mountain
merely waiting to be climbed. 👀
Why are you waiting?
How does it work?
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Over the mountain awaits a new point of view. Perspective is key.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
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The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
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