Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snowmelt flows
It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again
Here, have a happy.
Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snowmelt flows
It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again
Here, have a happy.
D'awww
yet at the same time, still concern about what's to come
Also, what happened to #7?
I'm confused, what exactly happened?
This is the first time I've seen something on this site that touches on contractile, world-shrinking impact of a new baby on a family.
And yet the problems remain. Tick…tock…
Neither rain nor snow nor glom of nit, shall stop Salah from being with his baby.
Don't ask about giant green things with sharp teeth.
Seriously, don't. They tried to make him come home late once, and, well…you don't want to make Salah late. He has reached Vimes tier.
Given that "Where's My Cow" is an actual book, I can confirm that this is the case.
Someone needs to write an SCP version of Where's My Cow now.
Is that my scip? It goes "Snap!" It is 173! That is not my scip.
Is that my scip? It goes "Harumph!" It is Lord Blackwood! That is not my scip.
Is that my scip? It goes "GRAAUGAHRURGHRRRG!" It is 682!…that is certainly not my scip.
He had watched the Voice destroyed, and he had been helpless to do anything.
…"watched the Voice BE destroyed," perhaps?
Could be more to it, but it's good, and possible that adding more would undercut it. +1