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It was autumn. It was memory. The pale moon was high overhead, casting an opalescent glow upon the stretch of land before us. It was all too inviting. So inviting, that we trusted our clumsy feet to take us to a destination unknown as they trampled the leaves beneath them. The cool stillness of the night was breathtaking; quite literally, for the air would steal the warmth of our breath in a puff of fog as we panted through the trees, who towered above us, menacingly. I was in love with them, with the fog of my breath. I was in love with the fall. Nevertheless, I was detached from it.
Met hulp van Ilse. Die mij
veel inspiratie gaf. 'hart'
Een vriendin heeft me natuurlijk geholpen met de grammatica. Ze zullen wel vaag zijn, maar ik doe mijn best. De inspiratie haal ik van liedjes, of films. Ik hoop dat jullie het wat vinden.
Short little stories. [English]
[ bericht aangepast op 4 april 2010 - 20:27 ]
All this dampness is damp.