The scales of those who came before litter the ground beneath the trees, decaying into dust, the last lonely reminders of the way things were before and the way they could be again.
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The scales of those who came before litter the ground beneath the trees, decaying into dust, the last lonely reminders of the way things were before and the way they could be again.
(c) 2015. All rights reserved.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 
Cool.
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Thanks! Our pine trees are shedding their bark and it made me think of dragon scales. Wasn’t hard to be inspired. 🙂
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You’ve got a better imagination than me. I would have thought of beefburgers.
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I was thinking about escaping my chores. Dragons would help me escape, one way or another. Food? Probably not so much.
On the other hand, food does sound really good right now… 🙂
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