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April 28, 2018
28
Apr

Writers

How I came to love books and became a writer is somewhat of a mystery to me. When I was young, I do not recall …

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21
Apr

Once

Inside a grove of trees, he found himself wandering down a hallway of fenestrated light through a library of dreams which led to a door …

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01
Apr

Falling

She was falling to her death like the earth into the sun, slowly and relative to nothing that mattered anymore. So she accepted the stranger’s …

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