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She walked out the front door of her cabin and stepped into the cold, gray air. She took this lonesome walk every “night”. Though in such a place as this, there is no night. There is no day. Only a gray mist haunting the air. This was her time. Her moment to truly be alone and go where she felt most comfortable outside the pages of a book. Away from her sister and the village people she had nothing in common with, she could be her full self. She understood she didn’t belong with them. Or with people in general.
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A. P. Cooper
I write. Point. Blank. Period. It’s what I know. It’s where I live. It’s who I am. So if you really want to get to know me, read what I write.
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