The Sun Inbetween The Trees.
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Ongoing9m
Last published Mon, Aug 19, 2019
Telling a story is harder then wrighting it.
With so many thoughts running. Shouting. Words get mixed and switched...
I really hate editing and grammar but I will do my best.
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