Under the stars
Away from if all
We sleep
We dream
The fire crackling
Breeze through the plants
We sleep
Owls hooting
Frogs Croaking
And every animal in the woods sounds like a stalker
Still We sleep
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Sign: watch for high water Me: why did it run through a patch of wacky weed
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