The Unfinished Book By: Claire Crawford

As I passed into the darkness pit I saw the dim glow of a desk lit. Upon it lay an open book covered with dust, who left it? As I glided my fingers through the thick dust; began to uncover some of the words; I remembered. Yes, so well I do!!« the characters the events unfolding; why did I stop reading this beautiful book? So, now I must pull out the chair and have a sit clean slate and all and well And, as a wiser man once said ³You never can tell.´

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