The Landslide Brought Down the Wrong People
Tourism went wrong
There's a mountain town with a city so quaint
Yet the housing prices would make one faint
A dumpster fire shack will cost you a mint
It's believed to be a real housing stint
Even the rich start to feel the restraint
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Smada Leigh
For me, getting to the point is a journey in itself. Traveling through trials and tribulations, ultimately shaping up for the finale of a single thought.
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Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
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