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March 06, 2014
the ascent.
We never took the time to appreciate our surroundings. The stubble of the grass, unable to tickle our ankles as we dashed up the hill, but more than capable of leaving large, splotchy stains on o...
Book Description
just a short story i’m going to tinker with. i used to be a writer and have a book in the can. this is me trying to figure out if i still have the ability to move people.
