Thursday, September 29, 2011

by addams

the afternoon sun filtered faintly through the trees and resonated under my feet. watching the lace patterns slip into cracks in the concrete was when i heard it: rippling over the land, the October wind. it whispered in a language i couldn't decipher and proceeded to spin spiderwebs in my hair.

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