Dust.
Dust, and possibly ashes.
Dust, and possibly ashes.
As it were.
Or just after. We’re happy to hear from you regardless.
But not full enough.
Succinct by my standards.
A feast is still a Feast, and why wouldn’t you support the Rogue?
A frantic and scattered one, but an email nonetheless.
Come on, 2024. Be good to us all.
Come on, 2024.
His heart grew three sizes.