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Legacy of a Stormy Writer with an Indigo Leather

She was a little girl who owned nothing but giant dreams.  Her nest has been lost between two distant continents,  which could not find a common journey.  Most of the time she used to frequent her own company,  and enrich spare moments building clouds and walls  to hide that imaginary sphere.  Dreaming about far kingdoms where no one would ask for her name,  she was told she was different that she naively believed in and ignored the fable of human souls.  But whenever she hit the road, she could recognise a familiar feeling  among the blue sky theater far above the gossipy ground. And the music of a forbidden alma mater played another life story with no end but a spooky beginning.  Yet she was meant not to live in peace. She left behind all that once had constructed and embraced another battle with a whimsical destiny. She uncovered the true face of the missing shadows of reality and created a soli...

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