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[right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_aKQ8mgN9U]Lauren Bousfield- Blown Blooms[/url][/right]

A new day dawned upon the Fractal Sea.

Dolphins sprang from the water in glittery kicks. Algae waved and wandered on currents never mapped. Somewhere beyond, an albatross circumnavigated the globe.

And the following words echoed from the depths: [i][b][s][color=9e0b0f]Though Gallows Fall, and Love may know yet Strife, still a Rope of Thorns Ungardened locks us to that Romance of the Young, and a Noose that Tightens only strangles Roses of the Future.[/color][/s][/b][/i]

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Like a seedling chasing sun, Jvan began to slough her shell.