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The danger-sweet scent of fresh rain

Eleanor Konik
Sep 08, 2021
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Photo of desert lightning storm via Wendy Wei at Pexels

The sun broke as the clouds came, fracturing into a thousand rainbow-bright beams to sweep across the aetherglass desert. The lie-scent of damp dirt and rose perfume lured butterflies and bipeds into the magic maw, and in the teeth of the typhoon winds, Surzi finally ate well.

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