Setting: evening —1950. 80 degrees — clear skies, sunset.
@Āzon
Shepherd and his massive self make his way through the edge of the tree line and into the heart of this beautiful forest. Dark chocolate paws carry him across the crunchy debris of the forest floor. White-blue eyes travel along the horizon and he spots a small stream. Relief evident in his expression, he eagerly makes his way over there. The flow is lazy and as he steps bear like paws into it he feels like a whole new man.
Sighing he finally dips his head down to lap up the liquid. Cupping it up into his mouth his ears remain on a swivel. Until they stop. He just allows himself to exist and rest. He’s truly at peace for a moment. Nothing could break it. Or so he thought.
"Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world,
or if the secret of secrets is inside me again."
- Joeseph Addison
I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world,
or if the secret of secrets is inside me again."
- Joeseph Addison
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Who Knew - by Shepherd - July 30, 2020, 02:21 AM
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