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Young Writers Society


sbitonti

About sbitonti

Hello Little Reader,
Oh how you wander so.
In a world where we're all dazzled
Instead of wanting to know.
But here you are seeking,
and seeking quite thorough
I appreciate you Little Reader
But I'm insignificant so...



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