The clouds hid the moon in a veil of darkness. The gentle breeze made the trees sway to their rhythm as she walked past silently, alone in the crowd. Nobody took the time to notice the solitary star guiding the lost wanderer to where the promise of something more was guaranteed.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
