Autumn climbed back onto her rooftop perch and felt the wind carry the sweat off her stomach and out into the world. It was so relaxing to be up there, so comfortable, that she barely noticed the strain on her eyes as she stared at the screen, the only source of light for her out there.

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Sometimes, writing is just a way to pass the time. It’s just an invitation for inspiration to strike. I never realized that would be good advice. To be honest, I never really even ...