On the dark nighte the moon glouts like a wish from the sole of the criation wich is bestoud o pone the land of ice, volcanous, wind, and snow, where the dark rich soil sands all of the land, and from wich mountens apeare in the horazen, and apone that the rivers of the ice rone down gently towrds the seas. And the cool winds blouws the gentale brize of wind towrds the criteres face and nose; whaile the beaST him salf seats comly in the ponds of gazers. Hot water springs, as blue as the sky in the sun filled skuy during the day.
He sits their comly and pounders apone the land, He gazes sharply but with a lite fade in to the wolrd that wich is He part, and the worm spring waters that blast from teh gorund as snarling jets keep him calm and worm as wozing doun His thalts of beast and might, and just add the jental side.
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