I hurried along, but something caught my eye as I passed and I was forced to stop and observe. There were small drops that draped over the coarse branches of a bush. 294 more words
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Midnight islands of thought where a screaming soul chases back the dark while furious flashbacks stitch rage against such brooding recollections. The aspect of a cold breeze shivering through the trees of glass resonating notes of clarity and clearness within the moonlight as apparitions of granite flicker blackly.