The road stretched before me. The trees glittered when the morning sun shone on the dew on the leaves. I walked on the scenery changing as I traveled. Woods, marshes, and mountains passed as I walked ever on. Ever on to the end. The end of my journey.
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Drips and Drabbles
Historia CortaThis is a book full of the things that go through my head everyday, Poems, Short Storys, Picture Writing, Dedicated Paragraphs, and a few Challenges and Competitions. I hope you enjoy this little collection of misfits and feel relaxed and happy once...
