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The Worth Of Hope
#WritcoStoryPrompt120
The snow has started to melt. I see how the drops fall from the eaves, and I remember how each droplet reflect a world—not an actual world, but an image, a senseless story. Soon, we'll circle back to the well-worn tale.
Spring will soak my mind with the...
The snow has started to melt. I see how the drops fall from the eaves, and I remember how each droplet reflect a world—not an actual world, but an image, a senseless story. Soon, we'll circle back to the well-worn tale.
Spring will soak my mind with the...
