Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Clearing To Come
Little drops on the needles of the pines catch hits of sunshine. After seventeen hours the rain finally relented. Slightly comforted by the sighting of colour, we shiver into the night. Everything in the forest yearns for dawn.
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