“Queens rise and fall with your breath. A sharp intake, stunned at my intellect, perhaps? A low hiss, affronted by my confidence?
Let me ask you this, and only this;
What happens when you stop breathing?”
– Unpublished Whispers, Queen’s Independence
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Hello there! I'm Jennifer, and I'm 24 years old. I'm an Irish linguistic postgrad student with a serious amount of freckles. I'm an aspiring YA fiction author aiming to cheerfully plague literary editors to read my fiction novels. I hope that you like my blog and the my musings speak to you in some way, shape, make or form. Jens x
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