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The breeze spreads its wings
Commanding clouds, stirring trees
As I am, unseen
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
I am definitely unseen, wounderful lines
Very nicely done. A testament to the power of those moving behind the scenes.
This one started gently and ended a bit brutally. Well done, Kelli!
Beautiful piece. Well done.
For we are one with nature. Great work, Miss Kellie.
Oh damn, that last line!!! Oh my heart. Sooo good, Kelli!!