No LanguageA Story by Dai HanshouIgnorance enlightened in a 50-word piece.
Benightedly, she gazed up at the velvet grey sky. The book lying open on her lap only gave her so much to read; the words depicted close to nothing for her. Simply because she had not the fate to have a medium to express herself, poignancy encompassed her nescient heart.
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Added on February 27, 2014 Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorDai HanshouWhy, can you find me?AboutI finally got around to write something expedient about me. I'm an anachronist with grey views, in the process of learning - like everyone else. I amateurishly write to express myself, but I'm appa.. more.. |

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