It happened again. I went and wrote a short piece of fiction. It’s nowhere near as grim as the previous one about Tuuli. In fact, it’s pretty much devoid of any kind of action or grimness whatsoever.
It happened again. I went and wrote a short piece of fiction. It’s nowhere near as grim as the previous one about Tuuli. In fact, it’s pretty much devoid of any kind of action or grimness whatsoever.
