THE WEAVING OF TREES_Water Bubbles_Curiosity_A Horse of the Deepest Abyss
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THE WEAVING OF TREES
"Quite a while past, there carried on an inpidual who consistently attempted to help inpiduals of his town. "At the point when the older folks could presently don't chase for themselves, he would bring them food. "A youthful couple getting hitched could depend on him to help make their tipi shafts and accumulate the shrouds expected to cover their hotel. "On the off chance that a youngster's family was executed, he would take that kid in and raise it as his own. "Furthermore, there were a lot more great deeds he played out that nobody knew about, in light of the fact that he never looked for a...
Water Bubbles
Arletta was made for the rain. Not for her the sunny bright cheerful days that her peers so enjoyed. Rain made her feel cozy and comforted even when she had to be out in it. For her, everything felt closer, within reach. She had discovered, when she was very young that if she sat quietly and closed her eyes, she could actually feel the water as it made its way from heaven to earth. As she got older, she would reach out with her thoughts to the highest peak of the thunder cloud. She would choose one inpidual drop and track it, feeling the rush of the passing air, the grip of gravity as it fell...
Curiosity
A crumpled paper slips through the rusting mail slot.Out of habit, my hand reaches for it. The paper is yellowed and the edges are wrinkled, folding over on themselves like dirty sheets ready to be washed. I don’t open it. I never do. I pick it up and place it in a bag with other crumpled letters, some stained with tears, some with ink, and others with blood.I hesitate before reaching out to the letter again. My fingers trace its corner, just waiting to be read, just waiting to be seen and known and loved.I put it back.I don’t read the letter.I never do.Hours of tapping my feet, watching lette...
A Horse of the Deepest Abyss
He came on a horse borne of black wind, and hooves of obsidian, with eyes as fathomless as the void. He dismounted in the village square and walked his horse, people stopped to stare at him as he tied his horse to a post next to the bar. Inside the bar he sat on a stool and didn’t say a word to anyone, not even the barman. He wasn’t given a glass yet he was drinking from one, drinking a slightly brown and milky liquid that filled the room with the sent of spices from places beyond the sea. When he was done he placed the glass on the bar and left, once morwww.onedoor.cce mounting his horse of midnight dreams...