«Looking around him, he spotted the glorious full moon
silhouette, peeking among the tree’s branches. The sight of that unique, yet
familiar vision was like bumping into an old friend in a foreign city. Its
discrete glow was just enough to allow him a satisfactory perception of the
surroundings. Not that he needed for he was pretty sure where he was going.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«It would be better for me
… that multitudes of men should disagree with me rather than that I, being one,
should be out of harmony with myself.»
1 comment:
beautiful words, as always.
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