What was left of the leaves in the underbrush moved as if in the wind but a solid group of being moved swiftly then mellowed its pass, then it meandered some. The lanky trees around narely tilted their heads. It waited to brush by life.
It’s the end of November and there is a bite the air. A couple of National Guards ‘folk’ were badly injured yesterday; today is Thanksgiving. A caliphate has grown right before everyone’s eyes and when you say something about it they mostly nod their heads but there is horror behind their eyes. Today we feast Thankful for our blessings, this is the American way.
I pondered the other day with my minds eye the many futures that will be coming our way, all at the same time.
Be still and listen
One day she will tell you a story
The battleship grey cinder block school building was brightly coloured inside, as a golden glow wrapped itself around everything inside. She had just received instructions for degree, Communications it would be. A hollowed sound cleared her head as she travelled to the gold square through circles and spirals that hung in the air.
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