Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

“Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?”

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“No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognit…”

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