Post by echo on May 8, 2007 22:47:22 GMT
I looked upon the ravines below my sanctuary, my clifftop in the shadow of the hills.
my dark tresses lashed ahead of me, as a strong gust hit me from behind, forcing me to stablize myself to the rocky formation jutting from the side of the hill, as not to slip.
the winds must've picked up to at least 30mph, bending the trees down to bow to my back, and they're leaves did blow through the sky like slivers of life in a void of eternity.
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