A deep sea of words
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A deep sea of words. Waves of sentences. And water particles of letters.
This book is or will be a gathering of short stories. Every story has it's own origin. Some might be inspired by real life events, some by music and some by pictures.
Wherever the story got it's life from I can assure you that it will be short but always full of feelings. Most of those stories will hold feelings like nostalgia or melancholy but maybe once in a while a piece of a happy world will sneak its way onto this pages.
My stories are the ink of thoughts and daydreams. Some of those are not long enough to make a book on their own. And yet they are still important. Still touching to my soul. Valid. And so they find their place here. In this book.
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