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The stalactites hung precariously from the ceiling of the ancient cave, mineral-rich water oozing from their tips and feeding the stalagmites below. A subterranean cycle of patience and time.
overwrought through the pipes 90 degree angles which nature abhors even more than a vacuum tiny drops onto me into me through me
a single, persistent sound punctuated the silence from a crack in the old ceiling, trickling down, an unwelcome symphony of wear and tear.
k
The stalactites hung precariously from the ceiling of the ancient cave, mineral-rich water oozing from their tips and feeding the stalagmites below. A subterranean cycle of patience and time.
overwrought
through the pipes
90 degree angles
which nature
abhors
even
more
than a
vacuum
tiny drops
onto me
into me
through
me
a single, persistent sound punctuated the silence from a crack in the old ceiling, trickling down, an unwelcome symphony of wear and tear.