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Was it the slight bend in the path?
Or the leaves,
falling gently,
adding a touch of gold to the rain, soaked ground?
She didn’t really think about.
She just believed it would be possible to breath deeply,
to let go of the tension and inhale the calm.

 

Writing with prompts – the June list

 

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