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ira<a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 18. To be continued… Thanks for listening to this thread of the <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a>. Stay tuned for <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter3" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter3</a>.

ira<a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 16. The kids grew quiet. Rabbit was a master storyteller but a bit long-winded. Plus they’d heard his 1001 tales 1001 times. Magda’d rarely been heard at all, and who/what was that fern-leaf? Why did she wear that mask? What did her face look like?

iraObscenity <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 15. “The vessel holding the captives was forged from a sentient-metal. Landbayse holds sovereignty over the organisc  — extending down to the rotting, the decomposed, yes — but metallurgy is the domain of Sxience and the Mankind. Fuck! Light! How could this be? Unholy ways...”

iraObscenity <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 14. She leapt forward, as if the story’d already begun. As if we knew it. Had known? Will remember? Were her eyelids tattooed, as some claimed? Like prisoners’ tattoos meant to reply to their guards w/ each blink. Had anyone really seen her face? Scarred & marked? Lonely & winsome?

iraNudity <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 13. “I’ll tell you about the Landbayse” said a woman’s voice from within a chamber. It was Magda, who’d rarely been known to speak, her body unclothed but for her mask, her silver-fiddlehead fern companion always close by.

ira<a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 11. An enormous, collective yawn broke out among all critters great & small. The human & non-human people peanut gallery grew restless. Or maybe just bored. Or maybe just hungry, but for what? More pie?

ira<a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 8. “Though seagulls are often thought to be quite the same as one another, interchangeable, this is simply not true. Nester & her tribe had always lived on the coast of Portugal near Sintra, where they watched over the Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands, whose tears had mixed w/ tides...”

ira<a href="https://beige.party/tags/TeatimeStoryhour" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TeatimeStoryhour</a> — <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Chapter2" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Chapter2</a> 7. “There once was an tophatted Oliphant named Dr. Finneas Fizziwig Feathertoes who rode through the cloudscape on his monopropellered storksnest, along with his faithful seagull companion Nester...”

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