Lersai skipped as best she knew how along the path. Stones cut her feet. Gratefully she acknowledged the day's beauty, lit by the day-star's glare that seared her sunburned face. A young, tooth-gap smile, brighter than the radiance of that celestial orb, sparkled beneath two windows - one a portal to the rain outdoors, the [...]
Write. Think. Repeat. Finally. Return. Why. Just why. Why would wonderful words wander wearily within a wishing well. Thoughts. S-u-r-f-a-c-i-n-g. Slow...ly... Inspiratio - Nevermind it. I'll Return Again.