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A progressively withering afterthoughts tucked in the igloo of our minds sometimes find unexpected sunlight, releasing random chants that weave color into near monochrome frequencies. - Elena Thorne A progressively withering afterthoughts tucked in the igloo of our minds sometimes find unexpected sunlight, releasing random chants that weave color into near monochrome frequencies. - Elena Thorne A progressively withering afterthoughts tucked in the igloo of our minds sometimes find unexpected sunlight, releasing random chants that weave color into near monochrome frequencies. - Elena Thorne