The sun intended to set slowly on this day.
Moon strolls were what Nasamik fancied best, but she did not mind this hour.
A soft wind nipped against her furs, but it did not chill her. Soft rolls of fluttering snow toiled at her feet. There was silence, save for the occasional distant call of the night birds. Calming, pleasant.
The snowshoe rabbit traipsed on, enjoying the moments. Were they to end, she would not be opposed — but she savored it now, while she still could.
Moon strolls were what Nasamik fancied best, but she did not mind this hour.
A soft wind nipped against her furs, but it did not chill her. Soft rolls of fluttering snow toiled at her feet. There was silence, save for the occasional distant call of the night birds. Calming, pleasant.
The snowshoe rabbit traipsed on, enjoying the moments. Were they to end, she would not be opposed — but she savored it now, while she still could.
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Head in the dust, feet in the fire - by Nasamik - January 14, 2023, 04:33 PM
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