
There’s a shimmering #liquid pooling atop the stepping stones that smells of fresh cut grass and starlight and the soft brush of moth wings under a new moon.
He sighs and goes to grab a mop. Paul’s unicorn’s been in the fermented honeydew.
Again.
Tales from a Messy Workbench!
There’s a shimmering #liquid pooling atop the stepping stones that smells of fresh cut grass and starlight and the soft brush of moth wings under a new moon.
He sighs and goes to grab a mop. Paul’s unicorn’s been in the fermented honeydew.
Again.
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