The evanescence of a Spidders cast.
Opened doors hollow life no more bringing to life the wake of Spidders casts. Turbines a rotating helmet indicating full compression charged system. Wake suit in position.
Casting of the swords of salvation.
With tears of desolation sadness of space so cold swords in hand fear of a double casting.
Bad ass fishing.
One cast is of her beauty the second of her fury and the double may the heart stop breaking riding out the lightning Into the bay never left to drift . Immortal never fade away.
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