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The storm blew in like the monsoons he had known as a childAuthor's Notes
The water drops warm, the winds wild and unruly
The young tattooed
I tried writing this part of Rijorl's story as prose, but it just wouldn't cooperate. I am left wondering if Rijorl is a poet, or if, perhaps, his people simply expect stories to be told in verse.
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