Chasing the Dawn
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Last published Sat, Feb 22, 2025
A woman struggling with sleep issues, finding solace only in the embrace of moonlight, she is a lover of the night and music.
Will someone see beyond her darkness and love her, or will they simply label her as dark as the night and leave her shattered?
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