She drew closer to him, placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same and all at once she felt the burning in the pit of her stomach disappear. She was calmed by his presence. Drawn in. Born into a world of persecution, the one thing she dreamed of was a respite. He gave her that.

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I'm me. This is my blog. You are the reader. See how that works? Good.

I'm not sure what this is all about at the moment. It's honestly just a place to post my writing and hopefully get some feedback from the oh so loving and charitable denizens of the internet. Maybe it'll be more then that one day. Maybe it'll never be anything, maybe this will be the only post and the blog will remain woefully anonymous. Maybe I'm being melodramatic. In any case, try and enjoy your stay.