Edgecliff
August 5th 2011 09:39
I'm seated at the train station. I feel like a statue. Reading. My head is leaning down, I'm looking at the book in my lap. When the train is about to arrive the wind comes. The chilled air starts to move and ruffles my hair. I can feel the softness caressing my neck. I'm no longer a statue, the wind has brought me alive.
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Comment by Mountain Fog
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QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
Long time no type..hehe!
Hope all is going well with you.
I read your prose above, poetic and simply expressed, capturing the imagery and moment perfectly.
Really well done!
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Comment by Mountain Fog
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QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
the pleasure was all mine.
Have a lovely day!
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