Peter Dennis
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The Voice of Nature
A moist, Brazilian grove nestled in the shade of the canopy of cathedral like, five hundred year old Dinizia Excelsa’s. At eighty-eight metres, they were easily the tallest rainforest trees that kissed a twisting ridge that provided shade to a valley near Curuná-una, near one of the upper reaches of the Amazon.
By Peter Dennis4 years ago in Earth
Goddess
She was painted in the most florescent of colours but now they have vanished and left her naked in the tones of the colours shadows. The palette God used to create her would have made Claude Monet shed a tear. When she smiled, rays of colours from every end of the spectrum went running in every direction, looking for an untouched part of the canvas on which to leave a mark – and now the marks are indelible charcoal smudges.
By Peter Dennis4 years ago in Fiction
