The Truth is a Lie Elodie Turner Hurd Why is it, that my mother is always so protective? I hate it. I can’t do anything
Storm Eleana Turner Hurd The waves are racing Towards the shore. Booming, crashing… more, more, more. The sand is crunching beneath my feet, Boom,
Futile Eleana Turner Hurd Eager, enthusiastic, almost euphoric, Our boys set off for battle. Kitchener’s message rang in their ears, But soon the
Storm Eleana Turner Hurd The waves are racing Towards the shore. Booming, crashing… more, more, more. The sand is crunching beneath my feet, Boom,
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