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Tag: Gnome

Gnome

the tablets of my tribesmen taught me: truth is buried deep, and shallow is the shoveler who lays down to wail and weep when his digging into destin[ed]a[c]tion strikes a stubborn stone; the bold barehearted know that even boulders break before their…

Sylph

we were standing in the sky, and she was singing. i’d expected it be cold, but felt no chill. my ears were ringing. on earth, her voice was shrill, but here her tones were tempered by the air, its thinness, its restless…