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You don't know me, and you shouldn't want to. Just come and go like a plastic bag being carried away on the tide only to resurface on another beach. My shore is nameless, owned only by itself. The world is quiet here.
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SpockfromCanada
Jan 07, 2017 02:38AM
Hey, would y'all mind reading the latest entry of A Book of Dolls and letting me know if you'd like to see it become it's own story? It means a lot.View all Conversations
Stories by SpockfromCanada
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