OOMs ?

Silver tanks spread in the bending loom of the lane, in the crossways belt track the float - hills never held the secret so close that pricking beams could not penetrate, and sundown sands dragged away the simple chute flown with burnt rind. A trust of grot fled to sharer ways, and trotted cellers trued my borne grains.

#writtenoom 2024-11-20

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