Leah Brenchley
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Just keep writing, just keep writing :)
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She ran into the forest. Soaked to the core, her clothes were heavy with rain, and her bare feet began to numb from the autumn winds that had arrived early. The sun had not come out that day, as though it was in mourning with her. The raindrops on her cheeks disguised the tears that fell, and the black clouds resembled the hole in her heart that she believed would never heal again. It was her lover who had died. Like those men before him, he left her to rely on herself once again. She knew now that she had to be as strong as the White Cypress Pine tree she rested upon. She wished she had made a plan previously, when the unwanted tea leaves at the bottom of her cup foretold his death. The tea leaves had accurately predicted death before.
By Leah Brenchley5 years ago in Humans
