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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 1:31 pm
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The insensate tree stood upon the grassy, cold ground motionlessly. No wind ruffled its dry, barren branches, and no breeze brushed past its old, gnarled bark. The tree was dead, and was a pale, grayish-brown hue... and seemed to be so dry as to make one pity it. The tree was as inanimate as a rock. The grass at its trunk swayed a bit to a low wind, but the tree showed no motion, no movement. The tree could have been mistaken for nothing if one did not look hard enough. The tree's bland, dreary colors melded with that of the cold, gray skies.
The next word: phantasmagoria
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Rigormortis Metamorphosis
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 4:56 pm
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