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Living Smoke
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Two wizards face each other, cross legged, eyed and angry. Blowing out large smoke plumes the colour of a peacocks tail. Eyes are crystals all they see are diamonds. Ancient robes fall and flow both the shade of tumbling water. The vapours twist and turn knotting themselves into monster have-nots. Greedy gripping goblins and gremlins scurry and screech. The two old men continue to blast bowls of belittled little lemmings.
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