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Lost At Sea

David Vaughan·March 14, 2017

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Lost at sea

written by: David Vaughan

@raistlinrev

To pick up the pieces? I don’t know where to begin my search. The outlines of those were ever slightly hazy. Now I can’t make them out at all. My slight keel is compromised, my skiff a ruin, floating on the tepid calm of uncharted waters.

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I love reading fantasy and scifi. My writing pertains to the nature of emotions and the unbound beauty of nature. Deep and intense conversation is where my passions can be unfurled.
I live in the UK but I am truly German in origin.

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