A Small Creek in the Wood A.L. 6/28

The sun beats on our heads and sweat dances down our necks. The winding path led by flaxen hair, a true woodsman. Confidently leading his followers to an oasis only some know. The sounds of cicadas gently hum as they nestle back into the ground and the sun flickers above as the sun reflects offContinue reading “A Small Creek in the Wood A.L. 6/28”

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