She rolled on her back, staring up at the trees . . .
The leaves were soft like snow, brushing her cheeks and
pillowing her body. The sun was pale, but she felt its warmth.
#2bitTues
From: TRAVELER
Topic: “Seasons”
The leaves were soft like snow, brushing her cheeks and
pillowing her body. The sun was pale, but she felt its warmth.
#2bitTues
From: TRAVELER
Topic: “Seasons”