The Light Between Our Wings

The Light Between Our Wings

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Fantasy
Writing in process. Sporadic uploads but I'd say with an important message or messages. The story of a depressed 20 year old woman who finds something to hold on to and that is the memory of her dead father and the fantasy it holds. An adventure with mystical creatures mix between fairies and butterflies and others which look nothing alike. A creation of a whole new world inside of a dead one. And a love story written in the stars with her faith. More Teasers coming up soon! "They're always dreading my little wings." "Crazy is living in sadness for such a short lifetime." "Let me show you that the light is in the middle not in the end." "There are better ways to learn to fly. "
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