Short Novel: While the Summer Withered Away
I still recall the way that smile did grace. Upon his face, so lovely, in that place. The wind, it dances through strands of flowing hair. His hand in mine, in summer’s tender air. A story about one of the summer stories that you can only read in https://flipbookpdf.net/web/site/fa3962bb529a62cd6b3d0bf207b66f1b926abe07202311.pdf.html
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