Two whales. In Buffalo and Mustard.
Did we overestimate ourselves?
But even as we finish up the bits, there’s something just left enough for the scavengers to come calling, but not enough to hold them back one more trip to earth. Vultures fishing for the leftovers, like the dregs, cleaners, Untouchables, bottom feeders, but there isn’t even half an ambulance to chase. Continue reading
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