quill
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the Storm
I’ve learnt to observe this storm within. It is literally a storm, rocking your insides and threatening to tear you down. And boy, has it torn me down! I have lost track of the number of times it has happened over the past couple of years.
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Tea is always at four.
“Had I gained something at Sillington House? Or had I lost something there? The answer was yes.” This 1997 Newbery Medal winner is to me, a wonderful place to visit and revisit and again re-visit, ever since I first stumbled into Epiphany Middle School and the Souls in my teenage years.
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the fight called life
she builds no more bridges she’s afraid of hurricanes.
Quill Gone Mad 