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[The Lady March Hare]

Aid me in my Avie Art Quest?
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Looking for a good roleplay?
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[The Lady March Hare]

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"To see the World in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower..."

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Akira was insane.

It was not a rude statement to demean her character, nor an attempt to spread amusing rumors to make her presence somehow more tolerable; it was, as far as anyone knew, a simple fact. Of course, no one knew for certain; one thing the wiry young woman never seemed to be in the mood to do was sit down to take insanity tests. But there were certain things in her personality, in her mannerism, in her peculiar living arrangements and... hobby, if you could call such a thing a hobby. Oh, she didn't look insane on first inspection; her straight hair was neat and brushed (save for an occasional leaf that would tangle itself in the pinkish strands), she seemed to bathe regularly, and her clothes, while not the peak of fashion for a young woman her age, were always clean and free of most damage. So one could not look at her and determine just what had spurned the rumors. Not unless they were of the particularly curious sort that would take to watching her over long periods of time.

If these statements that questioned her sanity affected her at all, Akira didn't show it. There was always a wide, childish grin on her tanned face; her light brown eyes sparkled with mischief that the older and wiser knew not to invoke. There was always a bounce in her step, and even if she strolled directly into a group of gossipers her only response would be a cheeky wave. The crowd would close behind her, adding new fuel to their fire.

Not that Akira minded; when she was actually paying attention enough to notice the disturbance she was capable of causing she would only laugh. Opinions didn't matter to the slender girl; people didn't matter. There was only one thing that mattered, and that was her collection. Her baby, she affectionately pet-named it. No one had ever seen it, but rumors surrounding it were varied; the girl had traveled even to other worlds to obtain her treasures. Some claimed she stole them, some that she was secretly with fortune and purchased them, while others believed she only added to her collection the things she stumbled upon by chance. There were no confirmations nor denials out of the often humming girl, though it did tickle her pink to realize people were in such awe of her unseen baby.

There was only one thing known for sure about Akira and her "baby", and that was that the latter consisted only of the rarest, most unique items the universe had to offer. Exactly what this entailed was unknown, adding to the mystique that surrounded the often oblivious Akira. This trove of wonders was hidden in Akira's home... which, for some bizarre reason, was hidden deep within the jungle beyond where settlers dared to tread. Attempts to track her had failed; her "baby" was safe. But each time she emerged from her jungle cloaking, leaves in her hair and a wild sparkle in her eye, people took notice. Because it just might be the day they get a glimpse of just what it was their local lunitic hunted.

Such was the idealology of the locals that morning when they saw a humming slash of pink emerge from all the dense vegetation. There was a bit of a prowl in her step, the intense look of searching on her face... indeed, that morning had come to Akira like a bolt of lightening.

'Go out and search. Fill the void. Search hard.'

Akira never disobeyed the urges to go exploring. True, the girl had no idea what the void was, nor what it was that would fill it. But heading out each day gave her something to do, so she looked at it as a challenge. Her wondering was a good thing, especially when it took her to other worlds. But that was not the case on this morning. Her urges were to the settlement, the people and events inside.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... wonder what it will be today?" she asked the sky, and no one could accurately claim that she didn't expect a response.

Curious as always, the little lunitic began her hunt.

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"Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, and Eternity in an hour."

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VIII :: Hallow Craven (Mule Account) Normal Format Post

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...Just keep a little magic in your heart...


testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!

testing, testing, 1, 2, 3! testing, testing, 1, 2, 3! testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!

testing, testing, 1, 2, 3! testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!

testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!


...And you will be forever young...

[The Lady March Hare]

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It was a beautiful, beautiful day. The sun shone with all it's strength, casting its golden rays to sparkle off of every choppy wave, every stretch of sandy beach, every deep blue lagoon. The island, a gem of life and adventure smack-dab in the middle of the unnamed sea. There was a nice breeze, perfect for sailing, and the occasional cloud that drifted across the sky cast shadows only to lend temporary shadows to the pirates that bedded down in their high masted ships, the proud Indian people that slunk through the trees, and the occasional mischievous shadow that laughingly darted from location to location like ghosts. It was a paradise, but one not easy to reach: one must fly to the first star 'till morning, and most who would seek the place called Neverland weren't the sort that were prone to flying.

It seemed too good to be true... and so what if it was? It made the young man named Peter happy, and wasn't that really all that mattered?

Peter wasn't sure how he had come to dwell in Neverland; it was never something that he puzzled over for too great a time. For as long as he could remember he had spent his free time stretched out on beaches or impishly hanging from tree limbs, plotting some new sort of way to spend his day. Of course, there was the rare occasion when Peter had the distinct impression that there had been something else for him. Sometimes he had a fuzzy memory that he couldn't place to any particular place on the Island, sometimes he almost felt like another name was just as familiar to him as 'Peter' was now. If wasn't often, but on a rare occasion the thoughts were strong enough to be troublesome he would sit by himself and think. But when it came to being on his own, thinking on confusing concepts that really didn't seem to matter under the bright cheer of the sun wasn't his idea of a good time. So the issue would be set aside, forgotten in seconds as Peter allowed himself to be swept away by the seemingly infinite whimsy of his Neverland.

Peter was good at allowing himself to be swept away by the moment, at enjoying things as they were and not as how they had been or were going to be. He was a very present-oriented sort of guy. One wouldn't think it had gotten him as far as it had, a leader of the group of misplaced young men known collectively as the Lost Boys. Peter enjoyed his role leading them against Captain Hook and his pirates, or the Indians, or whoever else they had decided to wage war against on a particular day. But even the best of leaders enjoyed a day to goof off, and Peter was no different. Feuding had been momentarily set aside for an afternoon of leisure, and the young man was spending it sprawled atop the flat rock top, basking in the sunlight and staring lazily out to sea.

Peter sighed as he stretched on his back, head dropping to lazily hang over the rock edge. His shaggy blonde hair hung down towards the sandy ground, and his deep jade eyes slid closed as a lazy grin planted itself on his lips. Dressed in a casually thrown together costume of cotton and leaves, the young man stretched for a long moment of bliss before allowing his arms and legs slump to lay over the edge of the rock ledge. The sensation of blood rushing to his head was slowly becoming more and more apparent but the handsome boy didn't move; he was mentally racing against himself to see how long he could hold out.

"I'll bet I could go on like this forever." he boasted aloud, his words directed to no one in particular. Peter liked voicing his comments aloud; in a place like Neverland there was always the chance someone was listening, and if that someone who was listening decided to respond, well, there was no telling what a drastic shift his afternoon could take.

Sure, it was childish. But Peter never debated that he wasn't the childish sort. A body couldn't afford to live any other way in Neverland, not unless they wanted to turn out like ol' James Hook and his band of ne'er-do-wells. They never seemed to laugh or do anything fun, unless you count the pillaging. Even Peter had to admit that the pillaging sounded like fun, but not nearly as much fun as messing with the pirates had proven to be time and time again. The upside down smile stretched wider on his face at the thought. Perhaps spending time upside down was good for thinking, and as new ideas of how to irritate his pirate nemesis began to form in his brain the jade eyed boy made a mental note to recommend the action to his band as soon as possible.

But that would be for another time. Right now Peter had plotting to get to and forever-staying-upside-down-ness to be proving to himself, if no one else. Apparently, it was going to be a very productive day.



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The sound of waves was melodic, hypnotic, rhythmic, mesmerizing. Back and forth, back and forth, whispering the same soothing repetition against the wooden hull of the sailing vessel. As if in reply the wood planking of the ship groaned and shifted, embraced by the music of the open sea and replying like a lover pushed beyond the boarder of obsession. The sea and the ship and the infinite, un-judging sky...

Lush red lips slid into a small smile. She liked that analogy, of the sea and the ship being lovers. It was poetic, fitting in an oddly justified context that she didn't often get to think over. Analogies weren't something pirates usually mulled over while immersed in the extremely daunting task that was daily maintenance of a working sailing ship. In fact, it could be said that a large majority of her fellow pirates were thinking of not much at all. Life was about violence and momentary pleasure of success, or the self-righteous motivation of victory. The sea was not an embracing mistress but a vicious and temperamental vixen whose goal was to send them all to a watery grave. And the ship was not a lover who had lost his heart, but a vessel of potential and superstition, a vessel of opportunity. Most of her shipmates would have guffawed and slapped their thighs in mirth if she had ever spoken her words aloud; if any of them had agreed with her there was no way they they'd voice such sentiments aloud.

Of course, that was what was to be expected from living on a ship full of men. Oh, she wasn't the only woman... there was also that Islander woman who had become enchanted with life on the sea and had joined them some time ago. That particular woman was politely referred to as a 'scullery maid', and there was little to no chance of that particular individual enjoying talk about the sea and boat being alive. More likely then not she would simply stare at the only other woman present, her mind on the sparkle of treasure rather then impossible romantics.

But Giselle was used to that.

Long dark hair wrapped up into a secure bun at the nape of her neck, Giselle simply shook her head in a half hearted attempt to free herself from the whimsical fancy that had overtaken it and tried to turn her attention back to the task at hand. Of course, swabbing the deck wasn't nearly the mentally stimulating task that would usually occupy a person, but she managed. Dark blue eyes lined in dark kohl momentarily narrowed at this, and the sun-kissed woman pushed the billows of her white sleeves further up her lithe arms before grabbing the mop handle firmly between her palms and moving the ragged mop head back and forth against the worn wooden planks. The suds were sparse; it was mostly water she was pushing back and forth across the surface.

At first she didn't look like the sort to be swabbing the decks. Besides the obvious point that she was a woman, the girl was dressed in fine, functional clothing. Her head was left uncovered and large golden hoops hung from her ears; he only jewelry she sported. Her white undershirt was slightly loose on her slender figure, and she wore a brown leather lace up cincher wrapped snugly around her stomach. Her pants were cotton and brown that disappeared into supple brown boots just below the knee. About her hips dangled various pouches, belts, and pistol, and an empty sword holster; the normal grunt didn't seem the sort to be so well prepared. Still, the young woman liked to stay busy; so what if it wasn't quite her place?

Of course, not everyone thought this way. Sitting off to the side were several of her crew mates, watching her work with an air of disbelief. They all had come after she had; Giselle didn't know from where. They just showed up on deck some morning, with no idea where they had come from or how they had come to be there. Captain Hook seemed to take all the appearances in strides; Giselle suspected he either knew the origin of the mysterious appearances... or, far more likely, he just liked having more bodies to add to his crew.

"Hey now... it's the hottest part of the day! What are you doing working, Giselle?" one of the new recruits called out to her from where he leaned on the deck.

"Yeah... not brown nosin' are ya?" another slurred.

"I'd never dream of it." Giselle retorted with a roll of her eyes. "Unlike the rest of you morons I like to stay on my toes. Just you wait; those Boys from the Island will show up one day when you're sitting on your a** and run you through. It'll be easy; like a hot knife through butter."

They guffawed at this, slapping either other or the railing or whatever else they could get their hands on as they denied in howls that Peter and the Lost Boys could never get the upper hand on them. Giselle's lips split to a slightly feral sneer before she turned her attention back to her task. Men. They were all the same.

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[The Lady March Hare]

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"I'm just testing this to see how colors look." she said with a wide grin. This one was trouble.

'Here are the thoughts. Again, just for testing purposes... funfun?'

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"I'm just testing this to see how colors look." she said with a wide grin. This one was trouble.

'Here are the thoughts. Again, just for testing purposes... funfun?'

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[The Lady March Hare]

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[The Lady March Hare]

_𝕯𝖔 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕿 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
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𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖒

𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 Ѵ𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

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texttext lhsofn'OFBEWG o jv'w gv wob ewbre b'orjev remb erjb jfv elv
kjebwf ewjoiew vwjev wvmoer v
niewbvewjcobewc wkejiverferfnewf wbvj
cwekjfbewkj voewv wjv
vkewboev ewv cioasbdcjef
cowbfjewnvpnewucbnbdnmbfj
vjweivgewbvewkjc nkvnr
kawejfbbwoejfjf ffff
cwejvbfewv pewvbewjvm;evjerovnevnejvbkjvkner

"Speak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak Speak SpeakSpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak SpeakSpeak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak"

laevhweonvoewvberlkvnerjlb er
kjb oeweokinvoiejbcjenorj evnrievnrjae klsdbnvjfbnlsdkgnozlbj
nerlvknozjbkjsv ksznvjr mzlenvjdbsvkne zekej bcjkbslenjen rhgjn
vivkzsvhjer gbnoiuhroj noojfpoejgioH GWJ RA

'thoughtthoughtthoughtthoughtthoght ofwhfonwovbwejv w'

ha
ajjkc a
aowjbfvowkvonoiewn e
oqebvnkewnbribn erlqa
ovwvnolervniervnerjbnrkjbnkjwr k
vowjerbvoervnoeubjwe vnklrniortnb
vkejrgnjrw evoiernovrjegnpoermheoaqgnfbwe
vqewjrbvqrjvboerbrqeokgnkmvorbgjeraqnc kcmeciohriufbe
akwjefnpsvjfdbhdflnflkesfnjodhbodnfjn
ovfjvnkojiodhbvkjravnmenfj

_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓ʼ𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕿 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖘
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉 ｡ ｡ ｡
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_｡ ｡ ｡𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖕 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_𝕿ʻ𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖐𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

[The Lady March Hare]

_𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝕿 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖓
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_Ϛ𝖊𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_Ҭ𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

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Ҏ𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝕵𝖆𝖈ӄ𝖘𝖔𝖓 Ƚ𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖘

𝕿𝖙ʹ𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋ʹ𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊

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texttext lhsofn'OFBEWG o jv'w gv wob ewbre b'orjev remb erjb jfv elv
kjebwf ewjoiew vwjev wvmoer v
niewbvewjcobewc wkejiverferfnewf wbvj
cwekjfbewkj voewv wjv
vkewboev ewv cioasbdcjef
cowbfjewnvpnewucbnbdnmbfj
vjweivgewbvewkjc nkvnr
kawejfbbwoejfjf ffff
cwejvbfewv pewvbewjvm;evjerovnevnejvbkjvkner

"Speak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak Speak SpeakSpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak SpeakSpeak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak"

laevhweonvoewvberlkvnerjlb er
kjb oeweokinvoiejbcjenorj evnrievnrjae klsdbnvjfbnlsdkgnozlbj
nerlvknozjbkjsv ksznvjr mzlenvjdbsvkne zekej bcjkbslenjen rhgjn
vivkzsvhjer gbnoiuhroj noojfpoejgioH GWJ RA

'thoughtthoughtthoughtthoughtthoght ofwhfonwovbwejv w'

ha
ajjkc a
aowjbfvowkvonoiewn e
oqebvnkewnbribn erlqa
ovwvnolervniervnerjbnrkjbnkjwr k
vowjerbvoervnoeubjwe vnklrniortnb
vkejrgnjrw evoiernovrjegnpoermheoaqgnfbwe
vqewjrbvqrjvboerbrqeokgnkmvorbgjeraqnc kcmeciohriufbe
akwjefnpsvjfdbhdflnflkesfnjodhbodnfjn
ovfjvnkojiodhbvkjravnmenfj

_𝕺𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

[The Lady March Hare]

/ /__w o n d e__/ /____________________♧♘♧♘♧♘♧___________________ / /__r l a n d__/ /

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
₮𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖙
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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖗
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

texttext lhsofn'OFBEWG o jv'w gv wob ewbre b'orjev remb erjb jfv elv
kjebwf ewjoiew vwjev wvmoer v
niewbvewjcobewc wkejiverferfnewf wbvj
cwekjfbewkj voewv wjv
vkewboev ewv cioasbdcjef
cowbfjewnvpnewucbnbdnmbfj
vjweivgewbvewkjc nkvnr
kawejfbbwoejfjf ffff
cwejvbfewv pewvbewjvm;evjerovnevnejvbkjvkner

"Speak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak Speak SpeakSpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak SpeakSpeak SpeakSpeakSpeak Speak Speak"

laevhweonvoewvberlkvnerjlb er
kjb oeweokinvoiejbcjenorj evnrievnrjae klsdbnvjfbnlsdkgnozlbj
nerlvknozjbkjsv ksznvjr mzlenvjdbsvkne zekej bcjkbslenjen rhgjn
vivkzsvhjer gbnoiuhroj noojfpoejgioH GWJ RA

'thoughtthoughtthoughtthoughtthoght ofwhfonwovbwejv w'

ha
ajjkc a
aowjbfvowkvonoiewn e
oqebvnkewnbribn erlqa
ovwvnolervniervnerjbnrkjbnkjwr k
vowjerbvoervnoeubjwe vnklrniortnb
vkejrgnjrw evoiernovrjegnpoermheoaqgnfbwe
vqewjrbvqrjvboerbrqeokgnkmvorbgjeraqnc kcmeciohriufbe
akwjefnpsvjfdbhdflnflkesfnjodhbodnfjn
ovfjvnkojiodhbvkjravnmenfj

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

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"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕿'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋"
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X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

/ /__w o n d e__/ /____________________♧♘♧♘♧♘♧___________________ / /__r l a n d__/ /

[The Lady March Hare]

❤fffffffffffffffffffffffff--------Ȁ ʅ ϊ ҫ ӛ •𝔒 ϊ ȁ ɱ ȍ ȵ ȡ

“I give myself ( such ) very good advice....”

✖•••✖•••✖•••✖•••✖

"Speech speech lahfoewjnfoewubgfewojv eov."


'Though test thought test thought test...'



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