Treehouses.
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Last published Sat, Jan 27, 2018
Psithurism
/si•thre•ism/
(Noun)
The sound of wind in the trees
and rustling of leaves.
❀✿❀
So this is just a book for all of my random
Short Stories, be it One Shots or Contest
Entries. It's pretty much going to be a
mixture of everything.
© Sootsy 2017
All Rights Reserved
#30
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