Clear your sight,
Breathe it in,
Feel the light
Upon your skin.
Clear your sight,
Breathe it in,
Feel the light
Upon your skin.
I slid open the balcony door.
The midnight breeze swept into my room, bringing along with it the post-storm scent of petrichor. Continue reading “Deadlines. (Week 21: Fiction)”
She lay
right there,
facing her:
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