DETAILS, FICTION AND STORY

Details, Fiction and story

My jeep sputters and chokes less than our bodyweight since it brings us for the car parking zone before the resort. Vipassana, reads the sign previously mentioned the glass doorway, melted open with the hinges. The Silent Retreat. Warmth slaps me across the confront. I backpack my father all over my waist and march to ... story|, this assortment co

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