brash young dawn assumes
the plain mountain envious
smug, she outlasts him
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About the Creator
Toichophobia
If walls could talk…ah, but that’s not the proper question now, is it? It’s never been about whether walls can talk, but rather who is willing to listen. For the tales we have to tell are infinite, whispered from the drywall that only the most sensitive of souls ever perceive.
By Kelly Robertson6 days ago in Fiction
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