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A Story by ben
post world. All loved, gone.
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A Story by ben
Thoughts of the old one setting fire to the innards of
another barrel go to the wayside as he takes notice of a man emerging out from the
crowd. Tal..
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A Story by ben
Post world. Everything loved, gone.
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A Story by ben
I should fill in this piece but, being that the world has turned, in my mind, i give you this.
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A Story by ben
The charred remains of what was a small fire, tells him that
the man he is after, was here only days ago. On one knee, he goes to stirring the
burnt..
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A Story by ben
Staying within the shallows of the woods, the air is beginning
to cool and thinking of, he slips the kid off his hip. “It’s getting cold...
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A Story by ben
Walking under an overcast sky, the clouds break apart to
where he is able to judge that the sun is close to saying goodnight to this
part of the wor..
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A Story by ben
Hating the idea of leaving behind the child, the only good about
this is at least the kid is sheltered with food and water. Stepping up in going
for..
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A Story by ben
Altogether, what it comes down to is that he is wasting his time.
“Child, the women with the mule sent me.” Blond hair falls away from ho..
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A Story by ben
Passing clouds din the sunlight which casts a bit of clarity
as he walks towards the two’s camp which is not much more than two chairs separate..
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