Within the willowing trees and sacred lives, I therefore melt into words and inks no other can describe.
My stories spill like a toddler's tale, for it is clear I'm only ever such a beginner in making and destroying eloquent words. Softly, gently, and mildly, I want to get letters of wisdom to improve my slate. That's it, come again.
✦ Wishing you nights tinged with mystery and days kissed by shadows, A's Pen Name
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Story by janelylow
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Would've, Could've, Should've
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Oftentimes, there is nothing more sacred than an understanding so silent---unspoken intentions.
An original...