Brass Ep. 33
Copper turned away, starting her journey to the city of Brass. Unable to watch her home and old life sink further into the earth. The rot of these lands had hounded her for so long she couldn’t remember what life was like before.
She could visualize scenes, but they never related to her current situation. Copper pans with the lady. Building alongside Iron.
It was like she had a photographic memory. It just never developed.
Photo by Pablo García Saldaña on Unsplash.
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Little Fears 
Like this one.
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Cheers, Viv!
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I dunno… I just can’t picture it…
😀
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Hah! Kertish!
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The story is developing nicely
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Badumtish!
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Nice one!
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Cheers, Rae.
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So she remained negative all her life!
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A snapshot of her life.
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I should comment, but I really can’t find the right words. It’s almost as I can see them in front of me, but they seem to appear through a glass darkly….
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Arf. A dark room is required.
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Your blog is so interesting~
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Cheers, Ana.
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I love the puns. They make me feel better.
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Heh, good ta hear, Danial.
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There it is, in black and white.
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Photography puns are the best, heh.
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I loved those last two lines!
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Cheers, Lettered.
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