Writing Whimsy: The Forest

When I see her, my breath catches and for a few seconds I forget to breathe. When I do, it condenses from my lungs like a steam train, blocking my view of her for a second. She winds her way through the ethereal naked trees towards me, seemingly unaware of the intense winter cold that […]
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Published on April 22, 2017 04:55
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