*pours the scotch*
*pours the scotch*
"The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."
-Excerpt from Hanging Softly Upon the Cheek of Night.
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