The last survivors, a reminder of what is lost and what is to come.

All aboard the spaceship, we’re off on a journey.

A magical land, of emerald divines and glistening whispers.

Smattered, splattered and splottered.

A lying lion.

No time no time no time no time. The library, a place of no time.

Flying with an early riser.

Flowers blooming in the bed of abandonment.

Sunlight naps with nighttime cats.

This van shall take me where these feet will not.

The ever suspicious.

Road rolling, trip and falling.

Mr Sun and his early morning debut.

Half a house, half as broke.

The witchy watcher.

Getting chilly. Praying for snow.

Keep warm poppets.

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