One Story. One Sentence. Bauble.

The light, glittering with dust, settled on the baubles the old crone had stashed in her open trunk.

Published by Alexandra Cerise

I'm looking for ways to express myself and opportunities to grow. View all posts by Alexandra Cerise

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