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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #50
It is rather imposing how feeble humans are. They make rhapsodic memories only to look back at times of sorrow. Like rivers, we keep flowing to the edge of the wistful waterfall. At the bottom lays the recollections of our past. However, surely like the falling droplets, we have no other choice but to cherish what is gone. An amber tinted bliss was painted across the horizon. Climbing my way to the horse chestnut tree, my fingers ran through the tall grass. I clenched my palms with every heartbeat; every second the birds sang in harmony a...
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