I slowly drift awake.
The sun hangs low on the horizon. It's amber light filters through the leaves on the trees in my little glade. Motes of dust hang in the moist, warm air.
I rouse myself from my afternoon nap. After having settled down under a tree earlier that day, my body weary and my mind muddled, I had very quickly succumbed to sleep.
Over my shoulder, I hear Justinne snorting and stamping in distress. She calls to me.
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Tidbits
РазноеSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.
