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The Withered Carousel

An old carousel, with paint decayed, still turns where children once had played, Its music lost, its horses bare, now creaks a hymn of mute despair. The gilded lights have long since died, the mirrors cracked, the colors dried, Yet round it spins through ghostly years, a wheel of laughter drowned... meer lezen

Green fields chapter1. The river and the boat

Waking up to a dream, i was there somewhere, and all i knew was to intercept the boat on the biggest river. We were in a team a split up, one to go round the river banks and one to chase by boat. I ended in the team chasing down the river banks. We got to the point were we could intercept our main... (bewerkt) meer lezen