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The dark feels heaviest right
Before light enters
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The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful :)
Your ability to capture so much in so little words is astounding
Ooh, so true! 💜👏💜