Paradise Lost
An open grassy public park. rows of brick homes on one side and the roar of vehicles rushing down a long road beyond a fence. a highway...on earth. i had been sent home. a world i no longer wanted anything to do with.
The Crystal in the Crags
I tend to see such snow sculptures in ponyville public park around this time of year and it certainly looked the part. the sisters looked pretty proud of themselves before limestone turned to me and said, "that's one down. what're we making next?"
Stones Amongst Snow
The day had arrived. And I had been uncertain of how to feel about it. It was a day that marked a return to unfamiliar territory. A place I had visited only once before and only...