Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Mackenzie and my peered writing hook.

The light pierced my eyes, as I slowly shut them. Figures move through my mind as I try to focus on going to sleep. Slowly the movement is gone and all that I see is a blur. Jasmine is lying there, eyes sealed shut like the snow covering the window of her bedroom. She falls into a deep dream as the snow falls gradually. Thunder strikes down from the heavens above.

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