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Spindle of CheeseThe moon: an orb of cheese that comes to play every night. It is pockmarked with craters, or are they holes? Like that of Swiss, delicious and foul. The moon orbits around us, it needs us, and we need it. But it will leave one day, and all of the tides and all of the nights as we know them will not return.Spindle of Cheese
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-The sun swirled in the sky, inspiring madness, desperation, clarity.
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Should any free soul come across this place
In all the countless centuries yet to be
may our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones.
Go tell the Spartans, passerby:
That here, by Spartan law, we lie.
--300
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Should any free soul come across this place
In all the countless centuries yet to be
may our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones.
Go tell the Spartans, passerby:
That here, by Spartan law, we lie.
--300
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