Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing. It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit. Soon they’d see.
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Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing. It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit. Soon they’d see.
Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes