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[inspiredx3]

Harper hums herself to sleep into a worried mess of delicate woes and irritation. The willow branches clicking against her window pane accompanied by the soft, singing ring of a tune; toned with great admiration. A face escapes her grasp and slithers through the crack in the glass; a grayish white smoke face of memories. Aside the rain coos an

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[holdthe_fort]

very well-written. i absolutely love this, are you going to submit it?