Fiction Stories NightdancingBy Abigail Arunga26th July 20180 The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the same, yet different, yet the… if you loved this, someone else might too. Share!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
