Naamahdarling: I Will Trade You One Terrible Memory For A Memory I Have Of A Young Pine Tree Covered In Butterflies. A Hundred Monarchs Resting On Their Long Flight Have Lit Here, On These Green Needles. You Reach Out. The Tired Creatures Crawl Onto
rhube: literaryreference: undeadwill: friendly-neighborhood-patriarch: theinturnetexplorer: the crows are his allies now. “THE DEBT MUST BE REPAID. YOU HAVE OUR ALLEGIANCE, HUMAN” @theclockworkscarecrow That’s actually how it works. Crows:
