Title: Opcional

Text: I am standing in that same spot today, where my angel's empty shell last laid, and as my tears begin to well up once more, I see a path into the treeline that I'd never seen before. I'd followed it down into a ravine, found a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch tree. Subtle echoes of her voice speaking words I've never heard, but the way she hissed her s's - I knew it had to be her. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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