Gales of frigid wind
Slippery jagged rocks stretch
Blue fingers hold tight.
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Meagan Dion
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
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