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    How to Tame a Wild Tempest

    By Helle Gade

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    About this ebook

    This new edition contains an award-winning collection of poems will draw you in with their beauty and elegance. Encourage self-reflection and help you on your journey to find yourself. Deeply felt and from the heart this collection showcases the authors immense talent as she celebrates the true emotions in each of us.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherButterdragons Publishing
    Release dateNov 23, 2021
    ISBN9789493229488

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