Saplings sorrow | Fifty-word story
A single ray of sun hit the young bark of the sapling. Fresh and gentle it was, feeding warmth and regret.
He already knew that the soft light would only touch him for a few moments before it would be hidden again among the massive ancient tribes of his ancestors.
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nice story. small grammatical mistakes but nice. Good job buddy
Thanks. :) Can you point them out for me? Still hard for me using correct english, since it's not my native tongue.
Would help me a lot!
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Pretty please?
bats eyelashes
https://discord.gg/Dnd8Uv , here you go. this server will help you. TWB
Ah I really feel bad that I still didn't joined :) Will try tonight after work to have a look.
no problem buddy.
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This is beautiful, @mark-dahl. The image perfectly accompanies the description of the ancient tribes.
Thank you :)
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That is beautiful! :)
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