It was raining in Vargo when we met the sandman on the border of ocean.
I had been looking through reflecting Balvik's water... discovering the rumour.
Here were the plexus places, laylines for invisible geometries.
The lands were blown by the rain, waterlines ran across the high grasses.
Chernozem started his morning song.
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