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Teardrops fall. Cold, wet.
Winter blues. Friends come calling.
Laughter. Warm hearts glow.
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Julianne McKenna
I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm a neurodivergent artist, book nerd, animal lover, traveller and free spirit. X: @JulesMcKenna13 Instagram: @theblingprincess
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Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
An apt description. There are definitely highest levels of "greys" where I am now. And can we have laughter every day? Methinks it would change the entire vibration of the planet. Best of luck in the challenge!
Laughter really is the best winter coat :-)