Purple Hive Resort
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What happens when you trust your happines to old childhood tales?
What happens when you come back to old places long forgotten in the deep of the night?
And why should you hide your face away from prying eyes?
Sometimes memories should be swept away in the lullaby of waves.
This a short story born from a challenge in my writing group.
Any kind of tips and constructive criticism is welcome!
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