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Ex-Cess'es

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  1. I had one of these as a child but my sister crushed it out of spite or maybe because I was an asshole of a child but I have wanted one ever since and those wire foldy things with the beads and the moving parts was just not a sufficient description to my wife or even the Internet 

     

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    Folding Wire Mandala

     

     

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    Ps. If anyone knows where to get one or has one they are willing to part with it would be much appreciated 

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  2. That elephant has such elegance , style and grace 

    or rather

    style , grace and elegance whichever whomever your choice choose as you will ,

    both descriptions are apt and may not be refuted 

     

     

    Ps. Now at the top 

     

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    Just that kinda week 

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  3. Joseph this is a free trade thread and you need a spore print or culture to participate 

    please feel welcome to come back to the thread when you have something to offer 

    cheers

     

    my offer still stands

    vvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

    gets 1 x " menace " cube print

    Add  1 x " Ecuador " cube print 

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    microscopy purposes only


  4. The stone still sang in his hand, but not quite the way it had before. Now the melody, the thrum of power, seemed to be singing in his bones instead of over them. Every moment, he felt it in his heartbeat and in his head. With it came a strange quiet, a calm, one he trusted even less than the initial surge of power. The calm told him everything would be well. It cooed and soothed and steadied his heart and made him forget that anything was wrong, made him forget that he was holding the stone at all. That was the worst part. It was bound to his hand, and yet it hung at the outside of his senses; he had to fight to remember it was there with him. Inside of him. Every time he remembered, it was like waking from a dream, full of panic and fear, only to be dragged down into sleep again. In those brief moments of clarity, he wanted to claw free, break or tear or cut the stone from his skin. But he didn’t, because competing with that urge to cast it off was the equal, opposite desire to hold it close, to cling to its warmth as if he were dying of cold. He needed its strength. Now more than ever.

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