Morning glory rise
And the harvest bells chime too
Please, forget me not
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Rick Pension
Writing has been a passion of mine since before I was 8 years old. I’ve evolved my stories in various ways since, and I only want to write for people to enjoy my stories. I don’t like to typically stay within a specific genre.
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