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The Sky, The Stars and Paper Cutou...
One stormy day, an angel fell from the sky. For he had no wings, no halo, all he had was merely his gown and...
The Rain Is Pouring
Near a small shore was a town, in a rural area consumed by solitude and peace. For 365 days straight, the rai...
