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Author Archives: The Autistic Composter
The Next Chapter
“It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in.
The Kiss of Frost
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The Gardener’s Greeting
With the right people beside you, anything is possible.
The Planet Or
In the World of Or, the word boredom doesn’t exist. Nor does the phrase. ‘Is there anything else to do?’
Earthly Comforts 