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Under the Moonlight
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Concluida, Has publicado abr 06, 2022
Would you believe me if I said I met a girl in the mountains years ago? As if anyone would!

I find it difficult when folks refuse to believe the extraordinary, usually because they are too accustomed to the mundane. But, in any case, I don't seek to tell people my tale unless they're interested! So here's my story of how I met a girl that night in the Appalachian mountain ranges many years ago. All I can recall is a pretty unusual incident. However, I've become senile over the years, so I only wrote down what I can remember.

For nights and so on, I found myself lost trying to traverse the mountains and across, but alas, I've found peace of mind from the darning stress of civilization back below. Until, of course, I met her.
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