Jennifer Tate
Joined October 2017
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Chains of Love
She sat on the small wooden bench so quietly as she gazed out the open window. I leaned against the doorjamb, my sunburned arms crossed against my chest as I looked in on her. From my angle, I could see only the side of her face, but it was enough to see the peaceful, thoughtful look in her eye. The sun was beginning to sink down below the treetops and a gentle summer breeze was moving just enough that I could pick up on the light scent of the flowers she had planted right outside the window. I thought it was a silly place for a garden.
By Jennifer Tate6 years ago in Humans