A Clear, Soft Cloud
What am I? I am a clear, soft cloud Spirited, vivacious, dancing, twinkling, Full of calm, watery, reflective, Unique, of a color that does not exist, weirdly s...
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Sapling of Wind Shore – Part 2
One pale dawn, the sapling was trying to feel bits of sunlight poking through the clouds, when it heard a soft rustle. It started, and listened carefully. And t...
Sapling of Wind Shore – Part 1
On Wind Shore, the four-year old tree sapling stood by itself, alone as usual, lonely and wistful, on the quiet shore. Waves swished against the sand they had s...