No LanguageA Story by Dai HanshouIgnorance enlightened in a 50-word piece.
Benightedly, she gazed up at the velvet grey sky. The book lying open on her lap only gave her so much to read; the words depicted close to nothing for her. Simply because she had not the fate to have a medium to express herself, poignancy encompassed her nescient heart.
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Added on February 27, 2014 Last Updated on February 27, 2014 Tags: fictional, language, sadness, for a contest AuthorDai HanshouWhy, can you find me?AboutI finally got around to write something expedient about me. I'm an anachronist with grey views, in the process of learning - like everyone else. I amateurishly write to express myself, but I'm appa.. more..Writing
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