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#224
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Pharo
Dropping Bridget
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Clouds whirled and tumbled in the moonlight. In their midst, a faint outline could be seen, striding calmly a few feet above the ground. The clouds followed it, and it was hard to say where the cloud ended and the magician began. He smiled softly, as he bent reality to his will around him. Soon, everything would change.
You can call me Pharo or anything you like really as long as I can tell it refers to me.
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Posted 08-10-2011, 08:58 PM
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