Staking Claim She brims with enamor over the notion Of the rolling curves; the fat Of the land. She forages through the land’s lovely crevices, Prospecting for the offering of its fallen fruits. The pristine, primeval soil lays dormant. Like her, its surface is only stirred by Sporadic storms. Unlike the beasts that ruled the…

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