The soul felt a terrible ache, the years went slowly numb in a spread of paralysis, of shock, an inward emptiness in her soul. Like dead leaves crumpling to powder, blown away on the wind.
Paralysis
So Wild
The world could be so wild. No buildings. Just the sprawling world in the depths of the woods, wind, and grass.
Spring
Day and night patiently enduring the gradual return back to soft thaw winds, and warm sunshine. The snow is quite gone darling, spring so sweet I feel that it would cure you.
