Whoosh! The warm wind of a summer morning dances through the leaves. She sits on the grass with her nose to the air. All the better to read the news.
Tag: Prose
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Far Away
The crunch of Autumns crisp leaves on the forest floor, the wisp of a white flag darts silently, a sense of caution
eyes from above watch the winter preparation, gathering of nuts, a screech from on high sounds the alarm
Soar through the blue
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