She was made of grime and dirt rose from ash crying tears of soot She was born to the poorest life with every inch paid for in blood She was more than she appeared and less of what they made her -Kel Dayheart
No Change
Things seem A bit grim today A grey cast Not so different From the forecast yesterday -Kel Dayheart
Sea Dweller
There is something Elegant in this gentle giant That for all its size It is not a violent being But a calm presence In the deep blue -Kel Dayheart
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