Dark green trees are calling. I can hear my childhood. We've longed to go back, and I know, after some school is finished, we'll find ourselves surrounded by that green.Short, short story #14, as apart of the BlogShorts Challenge.
Dark green trees are calling. I can hear my childhood. We've longed to go back, and I know, after some school is finished, we'll find ourselves surrounded by that green.
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all of these are great. i want to do it. :)
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