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I wander, today
Wasting the chance to grow more
To be, as I pass
About the Creator
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The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 days ago in Fiction
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Well now. That level of eloquence and heartfelt writing you achieve normally, in short-form. Says all it needs to say. Stunning work.
Love this one
This is very beautiful