I’ve always loved your eyes. They truly are windows to your loving soul.
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There’s a hypnotizing variety to the simple sight of a towering forest outline. The tall trees can command awe in the right kind of light, but they can also threaten to consume you in its absence.
The end of October brings with it the rattling crunch of fallen leaves, those who went out in blazing jewel-colored glory, muted to schlumps and slushing as they dissolve into the ever-growing puddles taking over cobbled stones and muddy paths alike.
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”
Thud thud/But nothing is there/No one is here/Why can’t I move/I am in slow motion.