For he was on his way back to the depths of the earth. And soil has no name. Has only parts that crunch like sand, taste like salt, smell like sulfur or decayed skunkweed. He was nearly earth again. Very nearly.
For he was on his way back to the depths of the earth. And soil has no name. Has only parts that crunch like sand, taste like salt, smell like sulfur or decayed skunkweed. He was nearly earth again. Very nearly.