tripping tongues telling tall tales
treasures told
tremendous
traded tinkling trinkets
turned to trauma-filled tragedies
triggering tempest tears
trembling tears trailing
tracing tracks
tracing time
ticking time
tying truths to temporary tides
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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Very nice work! Tales are treasures, truly. Subscribed.
This is amazing 😍 I really love that last line! 😍
Nice💖‼️👍
tied together nicely
Very good job!!!
This flowed so well! Loved that last line especially, great work :)
Phenomenal!