WritersThing!
He, who was not in her world, but in her words, became an immortal soul. She? She was a writer
RAIN
It was raining outside, standing by the window pane, she could smell the aroma of soil which she loved. she was delighted by rain. irony, she never saw one!
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ReplyDeleteB'fully expressed😘❤
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