Posted on July 7, 2013

It had begun to rain. He wasn’t really fond of the cold air and damp surroundings; he felt imprisoned. But this day was different. He was somehow enjoying the solitary confinement. He was at peace, which was altogether a novel experience for him, a person who considers himself untamed. The chilling air was an embrace he welcomed, for it somehow overpowered the coldness he felt inside. With little ceremony, he reached for the envelope beside him. It contained a letterRead More

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