Every day carry,
a breathing pocket meadow;
still wet from yester.
Zack is a writer from Arizona and founder of Braced Publishing. His interests vary from fiction to philosophy, but after winning a series of short story contests, horror has become his home.
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That's a different kind of every day carry, alright! Did that for about a week and then decided it was pointless lol.
Fabulous!!!
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That's a different kind of every day carry, alright! Did that for about a week and then decided it was pointless lol.
Fabulous!!!