Forest-Day 13

I dream myself back into that aspen forest. White trunks shooting straight as arrows. Their leaves shimmering platinum in the wind. The ground is musky, feral with life. If I close my eyes and concentrate, a sharp stone pokes through the sole of my sneaker.  A bloom swaggers, brushing against me. The stream sings down the mountain.

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About Elisabeth Crisp / @crisplyspoken

I write funny stories about serious subjects.

Posted on August 13, 2012, in Just One Thing, Writers Write and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. a read it;
    and i saw a moving painting.

    simple sentences; subtle things; captured and delivered in gigantic colors.

    i’m glad I stopped by. :)


  2. and more about #BlogFlash. can you tell me something about?
    i mean is it just writing everyday or is it writing based on daily theme and wordcount?
    i’m interested in joining in #BlogFlash.


  3. terrible comment, the above one.. :O how did i even do so many mistakes! :D


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