I sit, cross-legged, in the midst of a mighty gale. The salted shards of water & sand buffet against my teeth & open mouth, my laughter lost to the wind.
All I see is turmoil; all I hear is roar; all I feel is chaos.
I sing the praises of Eris, my goddess, for this joy of life.
That's bloody poetic, that is!
@tinker praise Eris!
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