Written by Emily Harstone | January 25, 2018
Fields of dry grass no escape.
His last survival chance had escaped.
That’s how she felt about herself.
Beast in amber waves of grain.
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Fields of dry grass no escape.
His last survival chance had escaped.
That’s how she felt about herself.
Beast in amber waves of grain.