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Alien desolation. Something very human in his bent forward trudge through a strange land. A gun in his hand, maybe a sword in stone in the distance? One never knows what lies ahead, but onward we all go.
Alien desolation. Something very human in his bent forward trudge through a strange land. A gun in his hand, maybe a sword in stone in the distance? One never knows what lies ahead, but onward we all go.
