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Timed writing exorcise
The mist swirled around her ankles in the chill of the morning. Her hair blew back within the wind and the tails of her long sweeping coat danced behind her. She kept her hands shoved deep into her pockets as her eyes remained fixed upon the distant horizon. It has been a long time she thought feeling the cold caress over her skin. She never imagined it would back to this. She would take a step forward with the sound of her sandals clacking against the ground beneath her.
The chime of bells followed her every movement. It was a rhythmic sound which almost carried a certain hypnotic power for any whom would hear. The surrounding trees danced to and fro against the early morning breeze and there would come a hushed feeling as if something long hidden would be made known.
She took a breath and slowly let the air pass from her lips. They were tinted blue and a veil hung loosely over her face so that only her eyes would shine through. The closer she would draw she felt a pressure start to build. Perhaps it was all too much she thought to herself. Could she really face going back after all this time? The many long years of being cast out. It was here that dreams beckoned to her from the darkness, but in the end perhaps they were all wrong.
It would not be much longer before the village would soon show itself. Ever so carefully she took her next step. There was no going back; she had already come too far. The rooftops would rise up slowly and life, or was it death for her, would begin to unfold. It was like the blooming of a rose. You knew it would not last, but with each breath and new dawns light it was withering away and it yet it still seemed so oblivious. She laughed bitterly at their ignorance.
7:37 PM - 8/20/2007 -
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