I could be a Louisiana hag, living on the bayou, with a 100 year old willow tree growing in her back yard, 1,000 wind chimes hanging from its limbs. The cacophony would be insufferable but I would pretend it was the music of the gods, purely for novelty, to stay true to my character.
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Tinsel and Amethyst
Acaka paltry attempt at something like "diary of an oxygen thief" - except written by a 16 year old and arguably worse
