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I miss you like the earth, if it was rudely pulled out from under my feet, like so many magic carpets. each stacked upon the other. a plateau. with you gone it seems there is nothing but ocean for miles and miles. im getting my sea legs, im sure to go on, but so akwerd is a beast out of its element. no flippers have i, no fins, no gils. we were meant for each other and anything else just seems wrong. i know you know this, deep inside. i know you cant hide, not forever. your shelter will most certainly collapse and leave you shaking, a barren landscape, naked to the elements of the world and all it has to offer.
please dont forget me little acorn. queen of swords. you are honest and true of heart, dont leave me out here all alone.
flesh and bone.
morter and stone.