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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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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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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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