MINUSCULE MEMOIRS
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  • Reads 459
  • Votes 48
  • Parts 12
  • Time 8m
Complete, First published Sep 07, 2021
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 
𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛
𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 
𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 
𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 

 r u n a h e m 

'MINISCULE MEMOIRS' celebrates the mundane and trivial aspects of our life that holds so much peace and happiness within us like the wildflower you plucked on your way, the good music your friend told you about, or the tea you made for yourself. Despite the things being nothing to others our heart holds them dear to itself and I hope when you read them you can find the same happiness
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