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DappledMoon
Feb 23, 2016 06:20AM
"She was everything. She was nothing. She was the sweetness of a summer night stretched too long, singing a ten o'clock horizon. She was the rank breath of autumn decay, of molding logs and fragmente...View all Conversations
Story by Anne-Marie
The Fault In Reality
A fatal mistake and a dead horse sink Era into depression, and she vows never to ride again. But when her mot...
