Little Bow Peep she played with her sheep till they turned into clouds colored yellow and pink.
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Read MoreHer enthusiasm rebuilt its walls now surrounding gleaming pools of potential that show no flaws. Only love and moments caught in the breeze and heartbeats and sunlight hitting the trees.
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Read MoreIf you purchased a copy of our first issue Young+Wild, then you will probably recognize this stunning editorial based on a new take on the classic story of Alice in Wonderland. However, if you didn't, here is your chance...
Read MoreI still find myself curling up in the corner of bookshops with all those stacks of literature by my side, exploring other people's minds through the words they put onto paper for my eyes to devour and I can lose myself spending hours soaking up their words...
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Read MoreWe met at a party. It wasn't even a good one. It was one of those parties where they ran out of ice half way through the night. I leaned up against the cold wall, drinking warm whiskey...
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Read MoreI wander in empty fields while floral smoke falls from my lips as they sing the silent tune of forgiveness. I drift in and out of sleep, imagining all the things the clouds could be, if only they tried...
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