Ice buries the fields.
Nola grows restless.
Do you hear it?
Do you smell it?
It's a rumbling from underground.
His slumber is fading.
Soon he will rise.
For good, or for evil.
Oh, he's here for evil.
It's almost groundhog day.
And LakeRykertis back.
hahaha, sounds like the pecota from the dugout.
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