Hannah Tanksley
Joined December 2017
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Journey to the End
I began my journey up the cloud-capped mountain range when the twinkling stars were visibly scattered across the dark midnight sky. Encompassed by the infamous Bluest of Blues Lake, the mountain towered over all things immense and meager in the country. Bordering the footpath to the heap were rows of willow trees. The dark bark on the trees creaked eerily as the wind made the moss colored leaves of the willow hum to it a cry of disheartenment. The willows draped themselves over each other to form a fairytale-like arch over the entrance to the mysterious forest. Nailed to the ground was a wooden sign that simply read:
By Hannah Tanksley6 years ago in Wander