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My glaciers melt beneath the weight of their ambition, my snow stained with carelessness. I cradle their remains, mourning each lost soul, each discarded oxygen canister, each tattered tent…
Michael John Scott
Nancy Oglesby
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I explore life and tell stories! Embracing the world of Drabbles. Publisher of Fiction Shorts, the Challenged, and Another Fucking Publication
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