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@Thistle Cloud

The spectral waif stood at the bluff where dune parted and wispy threads of sand fell down the descent. The air around her cold. Her head held high in the deadening dusk. Around her the settling sound of darkness.

At her feet stood the whittled form of a whale's pelvis - the ilium flatsided and the length of the bone down to the stunted femur still intact. The creature long since gone -- seemingly all that remained of the jurassic leviathan was the puny pelvic bone. The ivory worn, sprouts of barnacle clouding the marrow.

She sat over it and studied in the manner of a cat. Overhead the wind heralding the onset of a cold and miserable night.

Title: Gorillaz - We Are Happy Landfill