Category: Letter
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My Frustration: Writing Trials
Writing Trials Pens joint down the gibberish we call words. A letter unspoken but clear, syllables strung together by happenstance wrapped up in metaphors and explorative tales. I know the feeling of waning wonder. It goes deeper than a wishing well. One minute your touching pale clouds, the next your taken to the hallows depth…
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