an ordinary girl from an ordinary town (
weirderthanthou) wrote in
fandomtownies2023-07-09 08:11 pm
Entry tags:
The Woods, Sunday Night
The 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. ]]
