Fire surrounds the ogre. Each and every breathe rips a torch of scorching heat- a heat unbearable even for the phoenix that dwells in the ashes of burned wood. Yet only this ogre possesses the rock hard skin that can neither be cracked no be burned down. Sparks continue to zing off the smalls holes that rest in the ridges of the skin. Picture that.
Believe when I say; Even an ogre this cruel harvests a frosting McFlurry that any one can enjoy. That my brothers is the beauty within each and every ogre.
Love All,
Ghandeep
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