We can sail across
the sea, my friend, to find the
edges of the world.
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I can't believe you're in 9th grade did I read before!!!!! I love that you're writing and sharing your work! I never did that and wish I did!
Amazing!! Your talent is far above your age. Well done!! 🙌🏻
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I can't believe you're in 9th grade did I read before!!!!! I love that you're writing and sharing your work! I never did that and wish I did!
Amazing!! Your talent is far above your age. Well done!! 🙌🏻