Winter is coming.
I see ducks flying southbound.
Will it be better?
About the Creator
Desirae Anaya
What gives the soul direction? What makes the eyes grow wider and the breath escape the lungs? Stories. Stories and storytellers. I see the story that is buried deep within the crevices of stone. It is my duty to expose that story.
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