Escape

Sometimes you have to get out of the city you love

By Amelia Grace NewellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Mark Basarab on Unsplash

Mountains block the sky

Same as skyscrapers do, but

They're not in the way.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Amelia Grace Newell

Stories order our world, soothe our pains and fight our boredom, deepen or sever relationships and dramatize mundane existence. Our stories lift us or control us. We must remember who wrote them.

*Amelia Grace Newell is a pen name.*

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About the Creator

Amelia Grace Newell

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