All I want to do is write but my muse is behind large castle walls and I will not be seeing said muse until the 25th of January. This has become a sick and unfortunate dependency.
Intelligence is the most attractive aspect of any person. Always.
The wind pulled the skin from my face and despite the pain, I couldn’t help daring it to pull harder. Thumping with some unexplainable weight, the sky bellowed out a clear and steady rain. A long coveted haze was lifting and all I could do was bask in the surprise. I had always felt safe, I hadn’t wanted it to go. But now standing in the crisp cold, I was happy. Dawn rolled out over my shoulders,...
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