once upon a time there was a colony of lucid flower children, whose shoes were always scuffed. Some were fierce as fuck, some bizarre, some wild, others dreamy and few gentle but none were without a dream. Their song awoke a beast from slumber, it occupied continents latitudes apart; yet was heard by each and everyone. With a talismanic string, the wind intricately weaved together their weathered gypsy souls and whispered an exodus from the tamed and the toneless. They lent their hearts on occasion but their souls were collected in one, One globe, full of tragic, mad and wonderful creatures. In this globe their wonderings left ripples, stains and trails in the sand; This will be the stained and rippled story of one of those wild children.
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