Wind, ethereal
rushing like the spirits of happy kids at play. Dandelions sprout leaves are eaten and seeds blown little parasails. Flowers adorn the prairie vast and beautiful a princess's crown. The sun is angry it seeks to cook us alive boy with ants and glass. Timers dinging in the distance; the race is now sadly beginning.
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AuthorM. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books. Archives
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