Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Stormy weather.

The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.

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Lore, Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Dawn to dusk and back.

Upon the shoulders of Gods came man to the world.

Nurtured by nature and hardship, and inspired by acts and deeds of those far greater, he poured his being to grow.

And grow he did in words then deeds, in bravery and stoic form.

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