River Droplets
Another in the Dewdrops Series
The water puddling beside the curb rippled with a gust of cold, damp wind. Rowan sat next to it on a patch of dry concrete, heels pressed against the tall curb. A thin stick that split into a short "Y" floated across the surface, meandering to one side before another gust blew it back to the starting point.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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