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“West Virginia was mysterious and it liked to keep to itself. It hid in the folds of mountains, resting in the cool shade. It was sweet, beautiful, and bashful. Its woods held its secrets or at least it seemed that way to May.”

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May Bird and the Ever After

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Jodi Lynn Anderson
Jodi Lynn Anderson

Jodi Lynn Anderson is a talented author known for her imaginative and emotionally rich works. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her writing career has already achieved significant accomplishments. more

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