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The site had the following in the homepage, "Literary musings, novel reviews and tales from Asia." I noticed that the web site stated " March 27, 2014 in Korea." They also stated " So I wrote a novel while I was away. Its about Korea, unsurprisingly, and runs to about 85,000 words. No one will publish it, but I might put it on Amazon at some point in the future. Well see! January 3, 2013 in Uncategorized. Ive just received my annual blog stats for 2012, and it seems the site received about 5,900. Thank you all! Click here to see the complete report."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Just wanted to make sure everyone knew the site was still up and running. oh and there is an lj community up and running. everyone with story blogs or interested in them please join. it is the community illiteratti. Monday, February 06, 2006. Sunday, February 05, 2006. Why do we do them? .
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ha! Legenda o płaczącej kolumnie. Co jeżeli marnuję najpiękniejsze lata mojego życia, pogrążając się w nudzie? Ogarnia mnie pusty śmiech.
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