When the wind blew it made me want to run and jump and breathe in all the fresh spring air that my lungs could hold—dance in the muddy grass with no shoes on and feel the solid rocks beneath my bare feet. It made me want to glide past the trees into the forest like the breeze and braid wild flowers into my wild hair, kiss the air and the dirt and the bark and the leaves still coating the ground.
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- crappy poetry by Blue
P.s. Don't hate me for the grammar mistakes. I don't have greenie anymore to pre-read.
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A Collection of Stories
Короткий рассказA collection of short stories. There are three crazy authors who participate in the act of writing this book. There is an update once per week, we all alternate chapters so it goes: @redroses818 @greentealows @bluespoononmynose Please enjoy reading...
