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For some reason, I could spend hours staring at this screenshot. Here's a song that's so fucking perfect for this:
Snufkin does walk the world alone. And he has had run-ins with the law.
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Snufkin loved the rain.
It brought back memories: Long walks through the rain with his dad when he was little, the two of them laughing, jumping in puddles, and watching the rain paint the woods with grey watercolours. And when it got to be too much, Joxter would pick Snufkin up and carry him as he ran back home through the rain, slowed down by the mud gathering on his boots as the storm turned sturdy, reliable paths into a soup of wet mud, until the sun came out and dried them into something new.
Snufkin had tried that now, but it. wasn't the same as when his dad had been around.
He missed Joxter.
(Sorry, guys. I might turn this into something later, on, but that's all it is now)
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His worst fear.
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