The End is Always the Beginning
1 month ago
Monday
Escaping The Darkness
There was ice on the ground and she clung to his arm as she slipped and slid on the shiny glass underfoot. They were escaping the darkness. Too wired to sleep. It was 3am and they were walking in the park under the liquid yellow streetlights, under the treetops filled with roosting birds, and they were laughing, uproariously, hysterically, and the only world that existed was their own.
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As winter approaches and the inevitable dumping of snow that we dread and expect here in Canada, this beautiful piece you written makes the cold and winter seem magical and inspiring. I did love this immensely.
Thanks Val. :)
A wonderful snapshot.
Thanks for visiting G.K. :)
A beautiful picture of the happiness of two people in love creating their own perfect little world.
Thanhs nothingprofound. ;)
Good to see you.
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