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Arielle Cheshire

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Story by Arielle Chesire The same dream occurs in my head. A man with a deep voice is somewhere in the darkest part of my mind. He echoes the same three words in the distance: “ire, close, tree.” Opening my…

Blankets of snow rest on the mountainside. Branches turned bare as the tree’s limbs withered away from the cool breeze. The wolves that guarded the mountain path lost their ways to survive the north as they ran out of food…