Color splashed the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon, a perfect end to a perfect day. Still, a rescue ship would be nice FT @130story
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Color splashed the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon, a perfect end to a perfect day. Still, a rescue ship would be nice FT @130story
Crisp, clean and clear, the snowy field stood pristine. Sion itched to make his mark on the perfect white; snow angels anyone? @130story
Weighted pass. Nimble feet. One-two cuts through. Defenders all at sea. Left foot, curling ball, and a stadium of smiles. Perfect. @130story
You can censor me. You can imprison me, but I went to grade school with you, Mr. Prime Minister, and you used to eat paste. FT @130story