with humbling intent, a tender, sweet ascent, scaling the moon and it’s light will make their nightly presence though adhering to…
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In hues of amber, crimson, and gold, The season of enchantment unfolds. As summer wanes, and twilight calls, Behold the beauty of…
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In the blink of an eye, the years fly by, Like fleeting stars that dot the sky, Time rushes forth, a river’s…
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I acquired some spirit of misanthropy –misunderstanding Monotony and glum of Mississauga Spell it out for me, baby– I couldn’t Red-dot bugs…
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Professor Crem awoke from her peaceful slumber, kicking her blanket off lightly with her feet. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, she…
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I bought a shirt once. Light blue, soft cotton, on sale, the top left corner read “It comes in waves.” A…