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The Thing That Will Be
For miles all the eye can see is bare crimson earth. There are no sun-bleached trees or tall staggering cacti. No rolling dunes and no tumbleweeds. No rocks either, only pebbles and hints of gritty sand. The only real stimulants are the occasional cracks and crevasses.
By Noah Servant-Of-All4 years ago in Poets
The Thing That Was
Tall limbering pine trees sway in the wind. Staggering cedars rustled by a breeze. Pine needles coat the ground, making for an open woodland. In these woods there are no obstructions like boulders or shrubbery. The needles alone blanket the naked earth.
By Noah Servant-Of-All4 years ago in Poets