The Things that have No Name

Posted bytypencePosted in50-wordsTags:,

When last did you stumble across a piece of narrative that somehow pierced through the present to the reality of your past? A story offering to diagnose your own unspoken, yet deeply personal experience. The protests of the soul are often sparked by the restlessness of an undelivered message, simply yearning for the restoration of peace

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I am a word-loving story soul, aspiring to spend most of my existence to spread hope with the power of truth.

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