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The stone house has been my home for the past year; now abandoned in the darkness of night. Maybe that’s how I feel. It’s the only home I’ve ever known. Standing alone on the hill, far away from everything else, yet willing to let anyone in. Just like her.
Lights illuminate the town. Distant melodies tickle my ears. Faint sounds of celebration fall short of reaching me. She is down there. Is she waiting for me? No. She knows me all too well. She knows I will never come say goodbye. My cheeks cool and damp as my quest begins.
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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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