Roshnii

The road full of fallen branches and stones. Bare skin of toes Pierced by jagged shards of wood and flint. Though the wind pried with its stiff fingers that clawed at my throat, threw my hair up to the sky, howled down the canals of my ears, I walked on. Steady purpose burning between my [...]

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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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