I stroll down the streets of the city during the early evening, notebook and pen in one hand and camera hanging loosely from my neck. I feel like I've been searching for a good story for years now, but nothing happens here! I swear I must be cursed with bad luck. I start to count the birds I see perched on powerlines, feeling bored. But then a sound catches my attention. I follow it hastily, coming to the end of the street just near the edge of the forest. Bingo... I say, wide-eyed.
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2CharlieSteam
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07/02/2025
CharlieSteam
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07/02/2025