it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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the sky is big and my life is small

Another paragraph as she was built.

The bearers were a matched set, bronzed almost as dark as Aezin by the relentless light of the sun.

One of the bearers stood with a canted ankle bronzed dark as Aezin by the relentless light of the sun.


The bearer on the front stood with a canted ankle bronzed dark as Aezin by the relentless light of the sun.


The bearer on the near front quarter stood with a canted ankle. It must have been he who stumbled. Red dust palled them to thighs bronzed dark as Aezin by the relentless light of the sun.


The bearer on the near front quarter stood with a canted ankle. It must have been he who stumbled. Red dust palled them to thighs bronzed dark as Aezin; their sweat had dried too quickly even to leave streaks.


The bearer on the near front quarter stood with a canted ankle. It must have been he who stumbled. Red dust palled them to thighs bronzed dark as old metal; their sweat had dried too quickly to leave streaks.


The bearer on the near front quarter stood with a canted ankle. It must have been he who stumbled. Red dust palled them to thighs bronzed dark as old metal; their sweat had dried too quickly to streak.

The bearer on the near front quarter stood with a canted ankle. It must have been he who stumbled. Red dust palled all of them to thighs bronzed dark as old metal; their sweat had dried too quickly to streak.
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