From spring to summer, the beast, which is life, thrives. Leaves spread out in every way, enveloping the tree with a net of cover. The sun beats down with fury making all seek the comfort of the cool clear springs. Shimmers of hot air haze vision and begs one to do not a thing. Fields of bright yellow rise from plains of green as sunflowers cover all that is to be seen. Cheerful squeals of the young drift from the shelters and shade, masking them from the vileness that is to come.
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Valentine's Project
General FictionA 2-Week Daily Short Story Post on Valentine's! Not only concerning purely on romance but drifts to the grey line of missing someone.
