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... mells of burnt woods now carried through the fiery winds, as a lone Druid elder laid sprawled on the ground, her green hairs that resembled charred vines crawled all over the ground, webs of rotted mints tainting the youthful beauty despite her age.
The Druid elder's emerald eyes were on the clear sky, one her children used to laugh under, one her sisters used to frown upon for another day without rain. The depthed blueness of what's unreachable for the her lucid limb taunted of a mornin ...
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