Resonant Stance| Edition II.

Resonant Stance| Edition II.

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Last published Sat, Dec 31, 2022

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Update: Hello Everyone! Sorry this book is coming slowly, there is so much to write! I will continue to update this as I go! Thanks again for reading! :) 2019 She spent long hours and took it easy. She had to remember the texture and color of what she once knew. The paintbrush strokes began to splash along the canvas. It was in this moment she experienced the recrudescence of a passion she knew of all along. The words became more clear, the letters aligned in unison. For it was with her canvas and words that her heart would soar. Somewhere, in a brand new world... Four years into the future.

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