Soul

Fractles of blue and silver and ice spinning around in the air like dice. One, two, three, four, off we go to the war. Dogs and cats, mice and men. Scurrying ’bout like a beheaded hen. Books on shelves, books by twelves, books and books and books and bells. Creativity found by productivity, reliant on the whims of whimsical entities. Then, now, later, how, size six, size four, size eight, and more. Lollying hollying callying fallying, stepting and leapting and kepting and wepting.

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CaVa

16. ENFJ. Chaotic good.

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