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May Y13
Spring
The rain is slowly peetering out across the lands, though it is still heaviest in the east and lightest in the west. Thankfully, however, the temperature is steadly rising and the sun no longer hides behind the clouds. In celebration of the new season, the vegetation is alive and lush and plants are growing wildly across the valley. Spring is in the air!
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Can someone code this into a table plz?
@Poe
Uncertain of this province and those in it—what felt like home was this shoreline, and the stars that overhung against perse and bruised heavens. At every hour, every passing of the sun, she found herself traveling there and there again. It grew to be a haven against the blathering noises of qualm and ambiguity—against the chaos of unspoken deprecation that brewed behind her twilight eyes.
But today, today there was another in her favoured place.
He was in no better condition than she was, and there flourished a want of solidarity. She lingered, cautious as she approached. But the questions—always the questions—chewed at her cheeks, and gnawed at her tongue. Sheepish, her eyes fell from @Giovanni, gathering something stolid, a slight foundation of shame, but something enough to bridge broken thoughts to her lips.
BG — ART — CODE
But today, today there was another in her favoured place.
Do I—do..It drowned, fettered by a growing doubt. Doubt against reality, against what her mind conjured for truth. She coughed, wanting yet not, to gather his attention.
He was in no better condition than she was, and there flourished a want of solidarity. She lingered, cautious as she approached. But the questions—always the questions—chewed at her cheeks, and gnawed at her tongue. Sheepish, her eyes fell from @Giovanni, gathering something stolid, a slight foundation of shame, but something enough to bridge broken thoughts to her lips.
Do I know you?
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But today, today there was another in her favoured place.
<q style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; color: #48b3a6;">Do I—do..</q> It drowned, fettered by a growing doubt. Doubt against reality, against what her mind conjured for truth. She coughed, wanting yet not, to gather his attention.
He was in no better condition than she was, and there flourished a want of solidarity. She lingered, cautious as she approached. But the questions—always the questions—chewed at her cheeks, and gnawed at her tongue. Sheepish, her eyes fell from @Giovanni, gathering something stolid, a slight foundation of shame, but something enough to bridge broken thoughts to her lips. <q style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; color: #48b3a6;">Do I know you?</q>
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