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Slowly, the light receded, and she could see a singe sword, hanging in the air, a sword of pure white, of light and truth.Tyrean Martinson
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Everyone had a story behind them, a past richer than she had imagined.Tyrean Martinson
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A simple word or phrase on a blank sheet of paper gathers momentum as I wonder at what it could mean, where it could take place, why, and what if? .. . And then, I write.Tyrean Martinson
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OnceI heard her huskylaughter pour out likerain after a droughtTyrean Martinson
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Once upon a time in a basement library nook, I stumbled upon my first favorite book. Pulled into adventure as the pages unfurled, I found treasures greater than gold or pearls.Tyrean Martinson