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who is she
#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
She is a quiet woman,
Many of us think,
She is not friendly,
she is the type of woman,
Who rarely speaks,
she is the woman...
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
She is a quiet woman,
Many of us think,
She is not friendly,
she is the type of woman,
Who rarely speaks,
she is the woman...
