Can anybody review my prose poem? I'll return the favour! It's the only post I have and I could really use some help! Thanks And keep on writing! Teresa
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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