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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 11:13 am
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Lately, Moth Orchid had been feeling rather strange. Not quite unlike herself, but something in addition to it. Of course, she wasn't a fool - the buck had been exceedingly handsome, they'd had an excessively good time. She could well guess what it was that made the air taste just that slightest bit different lately.
Still, it was her first, and it was strange.
Moth Orchid idly picked her way through the marsh today. Snow still carpeted the Swamp, and in places the water was ice, in places slush. In places it was just water, freezing to the bone. She waded through the water, content to freeze a little. She was thinking of plums.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:52 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 4:50 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:36 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:41 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:47 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 7:00 am
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