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It's amazing what someone's name can inspire you to write... |
| Just as mists of rain fall to the thirsty ground tumbling across blades of grass soaking away their parched pain, A field mouse collects crumbs dropped from a picnic basket left haphazardly by a couple trying to escape thunderous drums. Sometime later in the day when the rain finally subsides the puddles begin to disappear into thin air they escape. Only breeze is left behind while dancing trees sway happily against a fading amber sky fluttering together the branches entwine. Never fading beauty and pride sleep sweetly under slumbering heavens waking often to call sunlight to rise and dismiss eventide. |