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I want to feel gravity. I have the drifting sensation that the situation is there, but I am not grounded to it.

There is something, resolute and humming, in the air of brittle winter that has overtaken my city... It leaves the ice under my skin, hours into the nights I spend huddled to the body of another, very alive, person.

I hear the bells, but I cannot see the tower.

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This Severance: werd up to me and my mad skills.
severburn: yo yo, marie in the hiz-ouse yo,
severburn: west side o the continent yo!
This Severance: *laughs*
severburn: i am so white.
This Severance: cracker.