i never re♤lly considered myself ♤ll th♤t dr♤wn to the se♤. there's quite ♤ few re♤sons for this, mostly reg♤rding my own c♤ste ♤nd my underst♤nding (limited though it m♤y be) of wh♤t dwells bene♤th the w♤ves. i know, ♤s ♤ll trolls of my c♤ste ♤nd hue know, of my utter insignific♤nce. in some w♤ys, to feed one of the gre♤t levi♤th♤ns th♤t dwells in the depths would be ♤ gre♤t service. but i r♤ther like living. i r♤ther like e♤ting fruit ♤s the first embers of sunlight begin to creep ♤cross the l♤nd, ♤nd my hive is just b♤rely upon the horizon, ♤fter ♤ long d♤y of deliveries. i quite like the ♤llure of ♤nother d♤nce, m♤ybe with str♤nger, m♤ybe ♤nother sh♤red with ♤ troll who, like me, h♤d no right to the w♤ves. ♤nd bec♤use i like to live, i fe♤r th♤t i like to dre♤m. i like to know. there m♤y well be something for me, beyond the horizon, beyond the trees, out there where the only truths ♤re the limpid w♤ters ♤nd the tre♤cherous sky ♤nd her bounty of st♤rs. i don't know why this ♤ching for something else h♤s ♤w♤kened in my pusherc♤ge. i'd just ♤s soon ev♤cu♤te it, if i knew how.
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