 | | Recommended | by wufire
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| | Posted 7.7 years ago | Last Played 7.7 years ago |
Born hungry into the world. My family taught me to farm.
Seedguard was the law of the land. "Do not eat these carrots for they will become the seeds for our children." So go this crop; so goes this tribe.
Oldmam a wore Pants. They were from her son. The pride she felt when putting them on! Before she died, she passed them onto me.
Dreams of a milkwood farm, alas, never came to be. Failed dreams are another tool we pass to our children.
So many memories in my 59 long years. The joy of Goosehunt, the fear of Drypond, the ever-present Seedguard.
I hope I taught my children well.
I hope the tribe will grow and thrive.
I hope. |
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