Wandering Star
I’m Alyssa, Lyssa in short, if you crop the first letter before the word by a sword when you feel lazy or are bored. We live in Tascott in a big elevated hut, sixty steps up, next to a wall of rock, between two nice neighbours to our left and right. One is Ken who is home now and then. He has retired, has no plan to work for gain, again. The other is a young lady who has recently bought the house, has no kids or spouse and we don’t know her name which is a shame. Our house is a true treehouse, surrounded by tall trees attracting many bugs, birds and bees. It is hot in summer, ah a bummer and…
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