Tag: my drawing
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Rainfall (Snapshot Stories 33)
The rain didn’t smell like the usual seeded clouds tonight. It was sharper, clearer. As though it was falling from the stars. From the patio, the young woman stood unmoving. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the scents of clean, of petrichor, of long-ago rains. In front of her, the silver dogs ran…
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Twirling (Snapshot Stories 32)
In the village square, the piano accordion music twirled and swirled. It sang as it wound its way around the fast drums and joyfully dancing bodies. It rose, higher and higher, into the night. Past the golden lanterns, past the rooftops, and past the tops of the trees. Until it felt to the girl as…
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Ree-Imagined Worlds 