Project in the works
Here is a project I have begun. I am excited and think it has great potential. No title just some beginning thoughts that have begun to unravel from my mind.
A small girl of an undetermined age wanders on the banks of a noisy river. She is lost. Her hair is black as the night; her eyes are emerald in color, her skin worn and dark. She listens to rush of the water tumble along the rocks as she finds a spot to sit and think. Is this day no different then any other? She sinks into the spot she chose and looks deep into the rippling water. The day’s sun is reaching its highest place in the sky heating the air. A warm breeze snakes its way through the trees and finds a resting place on her cheek. Her hand touches her face with care as if she is going to capture the elusive air that was just there. The light reflects the ripples in the water, looking like angels dancing back and forth, entrancing the girl. So entranced, the young girl did not hear the snapping of twigs behind her as someone approached her.
A small girl of an undetermined age wanders on the banks of a noisy river. She is lost. Her hair is black as the night; her eyes are emerald in color, her skin worn and dark. She listens to rush of the water tumble along the rocks as she finds a spot to sit and think. Is this day no different then any other? She sinks into the spot she chose and looks deep into the rippling water. The day’s sun is reaching its highest place in the sky heating the air. A warm breeze snakes its way through the trees and finds a resting place on her cheek. Her hand touches her face with care as if she is going to capture the elusive air that was just there. The light reflects the ripples in the water, looking like angels dancing back and forth, entrancing the girl. So entranced, the young girl did not hear the snapping of twigs behind her as someone approached her.
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