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As the fog lifted and the wet green sea waved goodbye to the conventional dawn of a new day, we stood there on the water, watching. The coast was dry, the lights were all off bringing morning into life. The 9 members, dressed in goldenrod and automatic control helmets, stood in action stance welcoming whatever offender meant harm. Immediately, a white falcon with a rainbow tail flew in like a string of muscular pasta and gripped its claws with firm but graceful cupidity onto my shoulders as the other 8 stood firm. We all knew it was time and the falcon gave a hell-fire-force roar. W… read more
As the fog lifted and the wet green sea waved goodbye to the conventional dawn of a new day, we stood there on the water, watching. The coast was dry, the lights were all off bringing morni… read more
As the fog lifted and the wet green sea waved goodbye to the conventional dawn of a new day, we stood there on the water, watching. The coast was dry, the lights were all off bringing morning into life. The 9 members, dressed in golden… read more
