Chapter 1:
Tales from Beletrie
Beletrie Island's breeze, sea, and tetrapods worked in harmony as I, Nito exited the school's gate, fluttery as birdling passed,
I was taken aback to my childhood.
Cacophony of mud, thrown around and storks teasing me; face planted to the ground, I lifted my head to Otto, the mudflats afar.
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