About

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Once upon a time,

there was a writer. Her soul was created to create, and it ached to do so.

so she did.

This is a place to wander, a place to immerse yourself in beautiful though sometimes dreary things. This is a place to read words that are more than just words. They are here to tell you a story. The story of a girl, a story of a mind that can’t stay quiet.

This is her forest, her wistful wood.

I hope you enjoy my blog. Here I will express myself, and here I will dump my thoughts.

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Enter the woodland at your own risk.

 

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