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The sky was full of the stars burning quiet. No one was home but for her crocheting Grandma. She walked through the lush wet grasses in her bare feet, drawing their moisture up through her body as if she … ( read more
I.
The sky was full of the stars burning quiet. No one was home but for her crocheting Grandma. She walked through the lush wet grasses in her bare feet, drawing their moisture up through her body as if she … ( read more
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