K. S. Wilson

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K. S. Wilson

Living between Hong Kong and the UK. Travelling, learning, and living life. And writing to fill in the gaps.... N.B Things I put up will be story scraps, thoughts, ideas. They will all be original - all original writing belongs to me and you may not use or steal it. Unless otherwise and expressly specified, everything posted on this account will be original and belongs to the account holder.

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Nathaniel The mountains echoed with the bells of early morning birdsong. Silently, softly, they hummed the fragile tunes against each others' rough, stoic bulks. In his cottage, Nathaniel smiled, wandering out the half rotten door to watch the mist pooling in the valley. Today was going to be thrilling.

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Long ago... The stars always sang in the depths of winter. But sometimes, rarely, braving the summer's lightest skies, they pierced through the gentler blue, and raised a chorus to reshape the heavens. These were the nights when the whole world danced to a new tune. And the sun laughed to see us spin.

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