Of the Night

The peace of darkness

By Bree BeadmanPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Of the Night

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

Midnight monster high

An absence of light and life

Mountain of the night

About the Creator

Bree Beadman

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Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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Babs Iversonabout a year ago
Fantastic!!!

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