A Fleeting RippleFeb 8, 2022one pen, one book #1A breeze brings the salty smell of the sea and the soft sound of lapping ripples on concrete. The sun is shining, almost blinding, but...
A Fleeting RippleFeb 5, 2022a perfect penIt’s completely dark outside, streets only illuminated by weak slices of streetlights. The rain has finally stopped, but the stars are...
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A Fleeting RippleFeb 1, 2022the last fountain pen on earthIt is a day with a raging storm outside. The wind rustles and whistles through the crevices of the house. Rain batters the roof tiles,...
