Nostalgia At Its Finest
We lay in the green
pastures of my fathers’ passed.
The sunlight basks us
with vigor and light,
as we create animals
in cumulus clouds.
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I'm a 23 year old college student based out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Currently working on a full length novel as of Aug 2012 and have a few short stories as well. Open to any feedback, criticism, etc and if interested in knowing more about me or offering professional editing services, please email me at [email protected]
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