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The still wind of oppurtunity blows. It rustles the leaves and branches of that forgotten oak that two lovers once carved their name. A mist blankets the fauna that have grown wild with expectation. Coming from the north, a dreary raincloud blocks out the sun and erases my shadow. A mist evolves into a downpour. Suddenly, the wind is gone leaving only a silent whimper.





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twoester24 said...
Sept. 20, 2010 at 9:28 pm
Wow! Fabulous job! I can just picture this story in my head. Such vivid detail and I love how your piece can lead to some great interpretations. Keep up the fabulous work. Cant wait to read more of your work :)
 
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