Does an evil thing haunt you now? The night air fills with song. Corn pones are consumed. The trial of the century looms. The boys journey to Bun, Illinois.
A cold wind blows. Friends are divided by an election. A sideways shuffle resumes in the flickering twilight of civilization. Ben, shrinkin, is bullied by an addled boy.
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The story of Baby Island concludes (for now). The miniature word for "miniature" is "mini". No miniature word for "beautiful".
Even in this strange condition, I can find you in my hand.
On an unmapped mountain, the oak breaks, but the willow bends.
Under a troubled moon, milk is shed. Cocoons are broken. Near the mouth of a forest, fields of wheat wave beneath the stars. A vision is had.