Hidden Scales
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---Among the stars...---
Thought eyes closed, the symphony moves me till balance is something i long ago forgot the stars seem to shine only enough to offer company among the endless days that move so fast to think back, to blink & see the moment go, present to past the air crisp
The Mourning After - Chapter 9 (Moving On)
The air was crisp with the chill of the night. i loved that chill when you breathed the crisp morning air into your lungs. one of the perks of living on the farm is that i get that pleasure every morning unlike the dragons that sleep within the caves.
Run
._ it feels crisp. the snow twinkles in the dying light. the silhouettes are growing. snow flits about the landscape. mountains lose their color and give into the shades of black, of red, and of orange.
Refuge - Prologue
December 26, 2018 refuge a story by: full moon fanfictions \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* prologue crisp moonlit night? check.
Pinewoods: Leo & Mike interlude
The afternoon sun shone down through the trees, highlighting the brilliant reds and golds of foliage that swayed and rustled in the crisp autumn air.
Night Sky
Slowly inhaling the crisp cool air and then exhaling watching my warm breath billow out from between my lips, into steam clouds in front of my face.
I'm-agine...
Place the friends & family i've lost are still around making more memories with their each voices echoing about imagined choices, how i recall every possible sound timidly, time take it easy & slow ever waiting for my next thought to show the air is crisp
Poem # 24
As i move outside, i cry out louder, the heat inside me flares, i swear i can feel my skin crisp and singe, like a star, i feel my insides go white with heat.
The Story That Began on East Second Street
. :3 there was nothing unfamiliar about that crisp, winter night. the trees made familiar rustling noises as the cool air flew by. the path down the road was lit by the dim poarch lights.
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 13: Fading False Dawn
The dragon took a deep breath, crisp air flowing into his lungs.
A Time to Relax
The snow sounded out crisp under the boots of all the travelers on the road that evening. above, the sky was turning a delightful red and purple as the sun began to slip behind the distant mountains, heading off to sleep.