I can hear a gentle breeze dancing between the leaves of large trees. A soft and crisp sound of water going down a river. Oh, the never-ending sounds of water and silence. Nothing in the world can beat the sounds of nature. Something about it seems so lively, yet so melancholic. I don't seem to quite understand it. Everything from the wind to the leaves, they all work together to produce such beautiful melodies and yet, in return, the only thing I feel is the emptiness that comes with it... Is it just me?
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Water On The Moon
General FictionAs humans, we start with the learning of basic needs. As we grow, those needs grow with us, giving us a rainbow of different aspects of our lives. The way our experiences knead into our personalities like dough and the outcome to each recipe. These...
