June 30th, 2017
The summer is a time of warmth.
The summer is a time of freedom.
The summer is a time for hours of leisure.
The summer is a time for ripe cherries and windswept branches.
The summer is a time of choice.
...and for some, the summer is a time of sadness.
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Nightshade
Teen FictionIn the heart of the Riviera, on the coast of The City of Angels, a dark, graceful figure tenuously makes her way across a wall of cinder blocks. In one swift leap she lands on the wet sand below. She tilts her head up, breathes in the salty oc...
