The only thing
that I saw here
that made any sort
of movement,
other than the trees
rustling in the
occasional breeze,
were a group
of ladybugs
and an overgrown
lizard.
Unease crept back
into my psyche,
I think
I might
want to
wake up
now.
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❝ the place nature forgot ❞
Nouvelles. ❝ She sits on her uncomfortable bed. Life used to be better than this, but now, her scant possessions litter the floor. The paint is peeling from the white-washed walls. A tear escapes her eye and r...
