Tag: wind
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Hopping It is morning, two silhouettes hops in the fields. The rabbit cannot jump as high as the spirit.Each gust of wind throws it higher and higher.As if wind itself was a spirit too. Maybe it is. Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
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Wind and smokes The spell worked just fine. Not only she could breathe easily among the sulfurous fumes, but she won’t even be incommoded by the smell. Her progression was slow, her path always bloked by the hot natural chimneys of this land. To her knowledge, no humans made up this far. She was close,…