A story not written!

The story of this picture is not heard , but it can be told in the written wall that it is, the story of a girl gone to fetch dinner, stolen by death and has made it to the edge of existence to find it.

But I leave that story to someone, but could write mine own and it would never be the same story, a literal difference in the uncertainty.

For on the next post we will write this story in the lands of whatever, of things that come after and before in the cascade of heaven before and hell after.

Poetry in that disagreement, for write another story as this ones basic idea and her story of this ending will be forever unlike and forever after, for what comes of her second journey home?

Let us write the story that could be written a thousand ways, and make it an expanse of great risks.

But I won't write this story, sorry, you'll have to think of it yourself.