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˗ˋˏ ◜ ♡ ◝ ˎ´˗ ꘜ‿︵‿ꘜ March 1st, Year 124 ︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶꒦ ▲‿▲Do the trees bleed? Do the prosperous sons lead? How many times . . . will they writhe? It was a solemn day. Notable, in a hundred years, for the thick chill in the fog that hung over the bog. Ripe fruit, apples to orchards, picked...