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we writers are weird.
the way in which we view the
world makes our stories.
About the Creator
Chloe
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The Silence of the Parisian Parquet
For fifteen years, my life was a perfectly calibrated microscope. Every morning at 6:00 AM, without exception, the alarm clock was my general. It lined me up like a soldier—getting ready, out the door, waiting for the bus or the SkyTrain in Vancouver. At exactly 7:50 AM, I would hold my Starbucks coffee in my hand, not as a pleasure, but as fuel for an engine that wasn’t allowed to stop. At exactly 8:00 AM, I would turn on the light on my microscope.
By Magma Star3 days ago in Poets
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Amazing 🤩🤩 welldone excellent story 🎉🥳
indeed!