The gifts we receive,
Organ donors are in town,
Life’s on holiday.
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The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tótha day ago in Fiction
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This is a unique take on this challenge. I like it a lot. I'm Bill. ⚡💙⚡