I'm suffering from thine feminine-induced serotonin lows right now...*sighs* Need to write.

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All the forest was quiet
Not a whisper, not a wind
And all the hinds and all the kin
And all her friends had gone away

She lies back in the snow
A little sneeze and cough, and hair
Befalls the ground, upon the angel
That she made; her gift to them

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Good news: I finally have memorized Nurra's hex color code, so I can write as her more often.