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StoryFall from grace hoalarg1312 years 10 months ago
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StoryOn the brow of the hill hoalarg1216 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Contact

After hundreds of blank messages, a voice, distant barely audible amidst the spits and crackles.
Cherry

Nothing to prove

I had a feeling for paper, not new but urgent, It was ferried by thoughts, numbed from being stuck in muds of memories,

Remember me

I used to be a stranger to the face, the water rippling and lapping the features away, distortions hid any discernible trace, of a reunion some day.

The Mystery Stop

It wasn't until I thought I'd stopped that I realised I had not.

The written words

I had a feeling for print, not new but urgent. It was ferried by thoughts, cold from being stuck in muds of memories.

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