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Young Writers Society


dyingmoon

About dyingmoon

One day I was born and named. Now I am growing and living or dying and decaying. All depends on your levels of optimism


Interests

Writing (of course)! Reading, music, day dreaming...

Occupation

A mere student to the world


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights