Empty streets, cement sidewalks wait, carefree, and gently watch the hail fall. Cold and comforted by the glass tears, that shatter as they slowly strike the pavement. Their clear lasting reflection; an impression on a cloudy sky.
Created by each footstep, by every word; playing part in this simplicity. The wind and trees, the dance of flowers. The waves resting on the shore, challenging a grey sky. orange light; rushing along the mountains, making the mornings’ mist sweet.
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