I hate Sheridan Crane with every fiber of my being by slidesofspain, literature
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I hate Sheridan Crane with every fiber of my being
Chapter 1 - Fierceful Re-invention. A life that had been lived over the course of many lifetimes. There was a rhythm to life – its ebb and flow, its joys and brokenness. She had lived through it all in a compression vortex of years. She had known the heights of ecstasy with all its sweet caresses and the gut-wrenching depths of black despair. She was like a vessel that had broken into a million pieces. Pieces that would never fit together the way they once did. A life that needed reinvention. Mere existence were vile words she had tossed from her vocabulary. But it seemed her happiness would always elude her – that is until the golden day when God smiled on her and she received her greatest gift. And finally, she began to thrive again, thanks to that one singular pure-hearted soul, who brought her a joy she never knew was possible. It had raised her from the ashes and brokenness and filled her veins with fire; confident, radiant fire. She brushed aside a stray golden tendril