She could see The Call coming long before it tugged at her soul or grabbed her molecules. Smiling towards the heavens her melodious voice sang out “Oh great Presence, I am open and delighted to answer your call.” Gracefully crouching down she touched the ground with a
Aislin was tending her flower garden in the cool of the evening. Fragrance from the coming sunset rains carried on the wind steeping her senses in delicate pleasures. The breeze brushed the long hair from her forehead exposing the beauty of her face to the sunset glow. Her deep purple eyes gazed at the horizon. They took in more than the setting sun.
She could see The Call coming long before it tugged at her soul or grabbed her molecules. Smiling towards the heavens her melodious voice sang out “Oh great Presence, I am open and delighted to answer your call.” Gracefully crouching down she touched the ground with a Comments are closed.
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