There's this tree...
Tall.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
It stays colorful - alive - even in the winter.
Fed by some unknown source.
It used to be home.
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Our Love's Horror
RomanceIn the brightness of the day, the old house stood. It's dusty eggshell colour dampening the blues and vibrant hues of the afternoon. It welcomed Nicole as its own; deep within the soiled walls it had called the lamb to it's slaughter. It recognized...
