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Drabbling to pass the time before I eat lunch. :)
Once and forever, there was a shack in a meadow. Forestland surrounded it, high on a mountain, and no path led there. As an adventurous girl, I discovered it. Years then passed and realization grew of my own mortality, and never again have I braved the overgrown wilderness to return.
It was built of graying wood and ivy ate its broken roof. Grass grew unchecked up to and into the doorway. There were scattered the remains of mildewed planks that might’ve been a door, and where the wall was broken, jagged boards gaped like ruined teeth in a dead face.
PS I am going to murder Kathleen.
Once and forever, there was a shack in a meadow. Forestland surrounded it, high on a mountain, and no path led there. As an adventurous girl, I discovered it. Years then passed and realization grew of my own mortality, and never again have I braved the overgrown wilderness to return.
It was built of graying wood and ivy ate its broken roof. Grass grew unchecked up to and into the doorway. There were scattered the remains of mildewed planks that might’ve been a door, and where the wall was broken, jagged boards gaped like ruined teeth in a dead face.
PS I am going to murder Kathleen.