Introduction.

Welcome to my writing nook! I wanted a place to post my writing and to keep it all in once place. My writing is very personal and emotional, lots of flowing words and filled with magic. I hope some of it resonates with you.

There may be some occasional adult themes so warning for that. I will say if there is any trigger or content warnings in the beginning of a post so you can be warned beforehand. If you need something tagged please let me know, I want people to be safe (and know what they are getting into).

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