And then I closed my eyes. I let the small, warm gusts of air rock softly through my small body, and taking some of my fear with them as they dispersed into the empty void between the hill and the village. When I opened my eyes, I took in the dreamlike scene laid out before me.
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poesía"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
