Routine day with a dirt cheap brush, then a week goes by and it goes untouched. Then two, then three, then a month, and the rest of your life you beat yourself up. - Aesop Rock, "Rings"
A seapony wants to know where all her land friends have gone. What's that falling from the sky? Why are all the ponies of Maretime Bay prancing around in it?
I'm of course humbled and grateful that another user would take the time to praise not one but five of my fics in essay format. Most notably Stop Number Twelve, an underexposed Maud story that is arguably the best thing I've ever made.
Per the blog title, I'm signal-boosting a friend's story. I left a long, essay-style comment on the fic itself, but to sum up the strongest aspect: EqG Apple Bloom and pony Big Macintosh prove that certain bonds transcend dimensions.
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The sequel to your very first story is finally a go, then? Awesome!
Granted, I didn't read the original (EqG and Cozy Glow are not things I care for), so this will slip me by too, but well chuffed for you, bud!