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valleyofthetrolls.blog
Before the Rain The rain hadn't dropped yet but he felt the pressure of its immediacy... Six Sentence Story, on sailing and grief |
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lunas-online.com
Thanos PalonUnsplash previously The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, was been on that long, long, wonderful train, but now she was keen to arrive back to New York; she'd been listening to the two guys talking about the executor of the will and how much money they might inherent; she was still grinning as she... |
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lunas-online.com
William BerezaonUnsplash The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) dashed down from her apartment (all six floors), then trotted across a couple of roads to get to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; she was about to enter the establishment, and she was sure she could smell the particular aroma of a cigar... she smiled... a lot. La Raconteuse scanned... |
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girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com
Welcome toGirlieOnTheEdgeand another edition ofSix Sentence Stories! Boy, could I go all soc on you guys today! Wild beginning to my day that surprisingly, or not, provided insight to my own damn self as well as allow me to witness irl (my own damn self) in the actual process of "self-evolutionizing". Go Girlie! That, in... |
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