September 04, 2024, 10:01 PM
(This post was last modified: September 19, 2024, 07:15 PM by Sierra.)
The firefly migrates into the valley, followed by the prairie wolf. She is beyond destination or definite cause, putting the eastern willows behind her.
In her company, trailed the moth and a nagging notion that perhaps wandering was fruitless. She moved through the tall grass at a explorative pace. The autumn sunfall casting the hills in a hue of redness.
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