wendy23thimble
Today was gifted with a much welcomed warm breeze. The man was sharpening his axe on a very old wetstone. He had used up all his leftover wood and needed to chop down some more trees. He had no pleasure in doing that. For him, trees and other were just as much alive as he.
they had been communicating solely by phone. none of them had ever layed eyes upon one another. when they tried to picture a face, all they would get would be a vague,smudged vision
the thing is, this word just came up in something that i was reading today. a double tap, like my boyfriend would say. what i am trying to say myself is, i guess, that this is simple fact is in itself, my own personal miracle
i once had a pony. he was small and cuddly. but that pony turned out to be nothing else but a giant horse in a land of over ambitious ants. and soon, he would meet his downfall.
but still, he always enjoys a good lollipop
the pillow was sucking his head in against all his resistance. the girl pleeded on and on, but he just wouldn't do as much as lift his head for at least a nod. the bottle of magical potion would remain hidden, for no eyes to see
Mole, sinking in the ground, listent closely to the sound of my voice. I am telling you to dig, i am telling you to make your way through the inners of earth. Let the fire reache the sky, and the stones to mirror planets. Let the Earth breathe trhough your holes, oh, mole.
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