SFGirl Says Farewell.
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A free post—I’ve come to the difficult decision that it’s time to hang up
my Substack, so this is a heartfelt thank you and see you later.
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"She gave me what I wanted.
I left."
Writing these lines the young poet like millions before him, realises, truth is not his business.
(Google could not tell me who wrote this. So till someone enlightens me, it's by Anon.)
"She gave me what I wanted.
I left."
Writing these lines the young poet like millions before him, realises, truth is not his business.
(Google could not tell me who wrote this. So till someone enlightens me, it's by Anon.)
