Attempted updates at the whim of the moon from the adventures of a queer on a quest to find themself and save the world.
I love to watch the Snowdrops sping out of the ground The rain, I love less.
I love to bear my Arms to the sky and proclaim "Now I am alive"
I love to see the Buds on the trees and smell the Grass growing. Spring comes.
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