Rosco dug a warren in a meadow between two black rivers filled with massive, charging beasts. He knew one would kill him someday, but the way they rushed past was almost hypnotic. In the evenings, he sat on the edge and watched them roar by, grateful he had nowhere else to be.
10:19 AM - 14 Apr 2018
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