In one's time, it would be day. In the other, night. Neither can't help but talk to the sun or moon as if they were talking to their partners. They would wish and wonder on and on to see the other as they stared at the skies and wrote their letters.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Historia CortaThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
