Memories, Like Shattered Glass. Part II
Continued from Memories, Like Shattered Glass, Part l Part II “Pappa, can we build sandcastles on the beach, and have
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My Beast, the Cat
He purrs with soft and delicate breath, the sound like the comfort of a warm breeze, and his tail still
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My Quill, My Companion
Writing, my companion… The quill burns as words, smoldering from birth, touch parchment planes of vacancy, and they seer the
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