The rain fell fast and hard and
brief; leaving the sky
behind it, lying in the
streets.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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