The Swing | Short Story
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Complete Fri, Nov 18, 2016<5 mins
This isn't the best of my work but I hope you enjoy this random little short story!
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I did not know there is actually a swing at the "edge of the world" until I was making the cover for this story! & The original photo is NOT mine, I just found it & edited it.
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