she was what roused him; a high voice caressing his sleeping mind in passing, pulling him gently into consciousness so that he woke with a smile, raindrops dappling the ground just outside his stone dugout.
the nightingale was in no hurry. he stretched and yawned and went the way of his midnight siren, as a man with no obligations does.
yet, as he neared, a scent mixed with rain to make a pungent perfume overtook him, and the nightingale happily hastened his pace!
the nightingale was in no hurry. he stretched and yawned and went the way of his midnight siren, as a man with no obligations does.
yet, as he neared, a scent mixed with rain to make a pungent perfume overtook him, and the nightingale happily hastened his pace!
hiello!he barked with a grin when her shape was solid through the veil of night and weather, he himself odorous from the way wetness accentuated the myriad different aromas latched onto and under his corded coat.
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Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; - by Stelmaria - June 30, 2024, 10:46 PM
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