Story: Twilight saga~ Morning Light
Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and draggings lulls, but it pass it does.
Even for me.
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| Titel Nieuwste eerst | Woorden | Gelezen | Aangepast |
|---|---|---|---|
| -1-Bella | 302 | 233 | 1 decennium geleden |
| -2- Jacob | 312 | 199 | 1 decennium geleden |
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