P. K. Gani
I'd like to say I'm discovering the writer in me as I put pen to paper, but in this age, it's the macbook. I'm an avid reader looking forward to exploring fragments of my imagination. I hope others enjoy what I piece together.
Upon the soft bronze surface, various footprints remained, where grains so fine had been crushed. The night breeze flew across the sea, which went swimming over the parched sand. Trees were heard, rustling their leaves as the cool breeze touched them. Within this magical atmosphere, a sense of purity and noise united. The refreshing sea without boundary, beach so widespread - not easy finding a place more soothing than this beauty of nature.
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Snowflakes and SecretsRunner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cosy A-frame cabin. Scenes of old love songs flashed through my mind, complete with knitted sweaters and warm embraces. The kind that swept me up into an imperfect romance. I sure got carried away this year booking a winter getaway. What was I thinking? That his love would ignite at the fireside?