Drops of crystal dew gathered on tiny stalks of grass, illuminated by the pale, deathly light of the full moon above. Filtered through emerald leaves of the forests’ trees, the rays of silver light danced upon the forest floor. A quiet night, if not for the pair of hunters in the clearing up ahead, laughing and drinking. It always happened this
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This is so excellent, and so.. you. It's definitely going in my book. You should write more, and stop being so critical of yourself. If everything you write is like this, then there's no reason to be.
And yes, I was disturbed. But that is in no way a bad thing. :)
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The Editor
Lmao!
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