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Traipsing smooth rock, past
varied hiking sticks, earning
ramen at the peak.
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The Tempest
Jeremy looked back as the storm roared, and a gust of wind smacked him in the face. As he stepped towards the rock-face ledge, he slipped and fell backwards, and was peppered with icy raindrops. Thunder crackled overhead, laughing at his splayed figure. Indignant, he clambered back upright, and stretched out his wings to shake the water off.
By Jessica Damiani3 years ago in Fiction
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