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[russell_dboehme]

A moment earlier, one minute ago, before the Sun completely set, the sky was striped with brush strokes the colour of indigo to a warm quartz. The air now smells fresh, hinting at the almost imagined sweetness of fall leaves. The capricious wind threatens another tempest. The ambient coolness permeates and cuts down to my skin and I shiver, a

Comments

[coco_cutie85]

You ought to be a writer, I enjoyed that, delicately, poetic piece.

[russell_dboehme]

In this case, the scene told itself. I don't often come across things that resonate with my emotions so vividly.

[russell_dboehme]

P.S. Thank you.