storytime
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Take me back, oh please, to the time when I knew what it felt like to be me. I’ve changed and I’ve grown. Lassoed and towed onto this new grove of awakening with new stories untold. I don’t know if I can find my way back from here. But maybe that was the point? Maybe
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Her dark skin glowed back at the moonlight hitting the lake. She laid there out on the water floating, looking up at the moon. Thinking over the past and everything this life would eventually take. The stars twinkled on the surface and she appeared to be in the sky more so than on earth. Her
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