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AngelicaRozza

  • The Quilt

    My eerily long shadow bounced against the babbling creek as I fished my keys out of my jeans. The creek rambled on and on, bubbling like apple cider on Thanksgiving. ...

    • Short Story
    • Romantic
    25 min read


We are all broken. That's how the light gets in.
— Ernest Hemingway