Deep, round historical quarry, houses so low, difficult to breathe, obstreperous to know, the wind hardly blows, the sun rarely goes, it frequently floods down here below.
Thursday, 17 October 2019
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I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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