Roshnii

She waited. As one can only do when one is alone and quiet. Waited for a story to come, for the last shrill tear of the seagull’s call. Waited for the final shred of warmth from the autumn sun’s rays. In the silent, stirring, yearning depths of herself an unheard song like a hushed whisper [...]

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