Short stories, excerpts, poems, and musings from A. Jaecadin V. B. and friends throughout childhood to now.
Hrm. The she makes me think of the paper that the haiku is written on or the clouds are the ones that are on fire. Hrm. Makes me ponder.
I do not know. I ponder as well.
Hrm. The she makes me think of the paper that the haiku is written on or the clouds are the ones that are on fire. Hrm. Makes me ponder.
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