agosto 28, 2026 In his mind, the pastures drifted away; the birds that used to land on his back and peck at his skin slipped from memory; the streams his hooves had feared to cross kept flowing. Blood trickled down, soaking the hair on his head as the flesh grew cold at its final destination.
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Essa espécie se adaptou à lagoa quase tão bem quanto os Flamingos. Passam o dia procurando alimento, com as pernas mergulhadas nas lagoas salgadas. Nossos ossos estariam derretendo depois de algumas horas.
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