Before The Forest

JaqueRabbit's picture
[Somehow, you miss the lulling and rolling that rocked you to sleep every night. There's a
fondness for the smell of salt and the splash of water that you can't quite seem to put into
words. A vague feeling, like a memory you are just barely cognisant enough to realize was
leaving you and fading. Ebb and flow, day in and day out.

Maybe forgetting isn't a bad thing. The forest floor is much softer than the blanket you
just vaguely recall.]
cloudandis's picture

How strange... Track.

How strange... Track.
Sabel, Sam

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Bayleen's picture

What lovely prose to

What lovely prose to accompany an even lovelier picture.
Not sure what this is a part of but I look forward to discovering more.

I love her expression of longing.
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<3 my love

<3 my love