Weed, I hate Old Earth. The humans smell. The food is bland. This northern town is the only place I’ve ever been happy. When the storm giants come to town, and the humans run to hide. I am at peace watching the destruction.
#grandmarais
Weed, I hate Old Earth. The humans smell. The food is bland. This northern town is the only place I’ve ever been happy. When the storm giants come to town, and the humans run to hide. I am at peace watching the destruction.
#grandmarais