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They stand stead fast
at the entrance to the forest kingdom. They are the silent Sentinels with rough grey amour. Their many arms blocking the way in, as their green plumage blows in the wind. The winged heralds proclaim from atop their heads of green. They fend off the wind, time, and Grandfather Sun from their Kingdom. The subjects can rest peacefully knowing that the Sentinels, the Guardians, the Men-At-Arms, the trees stand guard. |
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Awesome!
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Another good write!
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great writing, great writer
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more!! more!! i think i lived in this time
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