she'd not traveled far from the isle, cotton paws only wandering far enough inland to where saltwater turned fresh.
she'd not intended to linger, but as blue sky turn to sunset and the heavens paint a scene of peach and marigold, the sylph found herself awestruck. water turn to glass, ripples in the stream now shards of a broken mirror. it was a sight to behold, mesmerizing, hypnotic.
where once feet wandered was now still, the tenderhearted melody of songbirds and gentle swells of the current the only sounds to be heard.
a vision of peace manifested in nature, a vision she thought worth admiring.
and so she rest herself along the riverbank, soft blue set to appreciate the portrait of scenery before her.
she'd not intended to linger, but as blue sky turn to sunset and the heavens paint a scene of peach and marigold, the sylph found herself awestruck. water turn to glass, ripples in the stream now shards of a broken mirror. it was a sight to behold, mesmerizing, hypnotic.
where once feet wandered was now still, the tenderhearted melody of songbirds and gentle swells of the current the only sounds to be heard.
a vision of peace manifested in nature, a vision she thought worth admiring.
and so she rest herself along the riverbank, soft blue set to appreciate the portrait of scenery before her.
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i keep writing letters i'll never send - by Kacia - November 11, 2022, 07:21 PM
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