Way past the icicles that had formed due to the unforgiving cold, the snow covered everything in a powdery blanket, like a mother who carefully bundles up her young. There peeped a shrub, light green in color, in stark contrast to its surroundings. It stood its ground, letting the fierce wind know that it planned on holding this spot for a long time and had no qualms about getting comfortable.
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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...
