Pelehonuamea.
Molten waves when you awake.
Pray we both rest well.
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Caleb Simpson
Interpersonal Genius, Descriptive Linguist, Divine Scribe
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Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
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