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  • Action/Adventure Short Stories Re: Sight.

    Outside, the world was perfect. How a world like this could exist – without flaws – was a mystery to me. The pine trees, looming above anything and everything, were ...

    Apr 17, 2008


You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein