A Dash of Sunny

middle-of-road

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I wept not, so to stone within I grew — Dante Alighieri An innocent […]

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Gaze not upon with down(cast) eyes Rather kick up your heels, come now […]

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Answer November — Prefer rain or snow — Open path or woods — Leaves dijon or […]

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She clawed in frustration as the moon shone upon the grave; her fingertips […]

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Open your heart — how do you feel? World outside lacks charm and […]

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Dispassionate her breath a promise made Echo: Maid Combed woodlands cold to hunt […]