Morrigans Wake
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Morrigans Wake

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I hate how I feel that poetic words are never enough, she thought to herself.

She stepped out of the car, weary but still strangely energized after the 15-hour drive to a relatively isolated beach. There was no other soul to be seen. Though it was a bit unsettling, that was the point of it. To run away from society so that she could run towards herself.

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Fiction by Lark Morrigan

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Lark Morrigan

Lark Morrigan

Poet, essayist, sci-fi/fantasy writer, eclectic music junkie, & artist at heart. Lyrical soul. larkmorrigan.com

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