Stories I'm focused on
My Stories
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Siberia
The day had not been one that anyone would have wished remembering, a wind’s catastrophic state wrenching nails from places where all manner of things were to be kep
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The Orchard of Larinthia.
The winter days were gaining fast reign upon the lands in which I dwelled, always the same pitifully sombre days of a childhood since lost to a bab
My Poetry
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_A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke_
The city drifts no longer like a bait now,
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February 19, 2005. In 0, 0, 11
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