Photo by fotografierende on Pexels.com I'm writing a novel. Here's a little piece of it. The hot melty fragrance of molten wax drifted up past the prickling hairs of his nostrils, the soft sharp heat of the miniature flames warming his cheeks. He could almost see the silhouettes of his family through his clenched eyelids. …
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