My Messages - Theme for Day 8
After fifty years she ran out of curses. Just like that. She opened her mouth… and silence. It was the first time since her childhood that she couldn’t taste ash.
My response:
She rushed upstairs to the mirror. A new face blinked at her. New, but still familiar. Same wrinkles and greying hair, but radiant. The ugly duckling was now a swan.
First Wednesday Taking Care of Wildlife Challenge: When Noise is Harmful
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I love listening to the sounds of birds in the early morning and the last
robin singing as the sun goes down. I don't often get to hear either these
days...
11 hours ago
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