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Rafters
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I still to this day don't understand everything-much less these books
plastered in front of me. How they tell a sad tale. Tales of lost
vestiges, forgotten maidens, and virtues transformed. No more is the sky
grey, but a blue, as the sun lingers behind a cloud, waiting for the
perfect opportunity to appear again.
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