Parched. Parched and cracked. She could hear it in every crunched step as she hurried through the deserted streets. Her worn-through shoes kicked up clouds of dirt as she cut across the ancient ruins of a corn field. Dirt. Seems…
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(Why I Love)Summer
The snow has melted, taking the cold with it. The last of the dead leaves that managed to hold on through the winter have fallen. Vibrant green leaves have taken their place, clothing the naked trees with splendor. The garage…
whimsical impressions 