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| andru235 |
from the mists, onto the dock. from the dock, into the tavern, shivering. they laugh. they drink, they laugh. stumbling from one tavern to the next...wind tugging at their cloaks... will it be better, when the port rusts? when the higher standards make the tavern filthy? will it be better when the scent of their own sweat disgusts them? so did i muse in the corner; they wondered how drunk i must be. when they left, i followed them from the tavern to the dock. from the dock, into the mists. |
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| egger | feels the fog | 050819 |