The Woods, Sunday Night
Sunday, July 9th, 2023 08:11 pmThe rock had no particular feel for platitudes, but if it could produce one, it was this: all things come to an end.
As the sun sunk behind the horizon, the blaze within the stone's arch turned inward, shifted color. It called again, but now... come home.
[[ a place to say goodbye to your dead loved ones. feel free to use this post. ]]
As the sun sunk behind the horizon, the blaze within the stone's arch turned inward, shifted color. It called again, but now... come home.
[[ a place to say goodbye to your dead loved ones. feel free to use this post. ]]