Snow. Endless majestic mountains of snow. Sounds of wind that thrashed the earth lovingly, in waves of wonder and fear and austerity.
Deserts. Wide plains of hope and hopelessness, of mirages and death.
Forests. Forests of ominous sounds and the foliage of dreams.
Ice bergs. Austere and lonely in a sea of murder and life.
The Northern Lights. Shining in a desperation of beauty that was quiet, in the silence of a moonless night.
A starry sky. At the very least, a starry sky that looked down upon the puny humans in indifference.At least, a starry sky.
G's days were filled with sounds that did not scare her, with sights that did not fill her with wonder, with smells that did not confuse her - comfortable was G, safe and sound.
Safe,
The world was safe.
And G would cry.
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...and when is the next post coming ? We are waiting patiently for it G3 :)
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