When you read my stories, I want you to see the world through my eyes; as if I based my work on you. Come away with me, and I'll show you a world that you've never seen before or ever want to leave.
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When you read my stories, I want you to see the world through my eyes; as if I based my work on you. Come away with me, and I’ll show you a world that you’ve never seen before or ever want to leave.

-Nila N.

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