Matthew Green Writing

The air was hot and dusty in his mouth, and dry as the parched earth at his feet. His wide-brimmed hat was pulled low over his face in an..

bsp; He flees his house, his life, his nest, that place of disenchanted dreams; where the happiness that kept the nightmares fro..

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