In which I get fancy and then throw Gin off something...
The length of the aptly titled Very Short Story catches me out every time. I had a whole post in my head with lengthy and, if I do say so myself, literary comparisons between a sunrise and Sath's fur, and then suddenly I didn't have enough characters left and...well, this happened:
Gin closed her eyes and thought of another morning long ago, when the sunrise bathing the land in pinks and purples reflected in the mirror surface of the #river running under the stone guard tower - the same stones now under her feet.
— NancyD_writes📚 (@nancyd_writes) February 10, 2021
She opened her eyes and jumped.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/qLamnTiuWV
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