amanda.v.sumrall02
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Enemy Sometimes, that enemy creeps in slowly, like the early morning fog. The fingers are wispy tendrils reaching for something to hold on to, but gives you a warning of its coming. You brace yourself for the gray-black curtain that slowly edges it’s way... – *by Amanda Sumrall*	49 Views added 3 months ago	Rating

Sometimes, that enemy creeps in slowly, like the early morning fog. The fingers are wispy tendrils reaching for something to hold on to, but gives you a warning of its coming. You brace yourself for the gray-black curtain that slowly edges it’s way...

– by Amanda Sumrall

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