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THE TALE OF MORRIGAN
Abria The past days were gloomy and full of rain. I don’t appreciate the weather but i like the coldness it provides to my soul. Felt like my feelings were frozen under the thick layers of ice. Things happened so quickly, in a blink of an eye and I did not get enough time to think about what my life has become these days. It’s not that i am complaining about it because one part of my heart is loving this new world and a new life but the other heart is stuck with the past. It cares for my father whom I abandoned in Vancouver. I wish I could check on him. I want to know what he is doing after I leave. Of course, there is no doubt that he tried looking for me and maybe he is still looking for me but I want to see him, just a glance. My eyes travelled to the window on my room and they peek
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