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Well-Trodden Grass, by Para
Aug. 15th, 2025 08:46 pm (Originally written around March, 2025.)
Nice day today. Beautiful day. Haunted day. Those two go together more than most people realize.
It smelled like rain from a sky blinding with light, yet entirely shades of white and gray. Clouds moving fast; unrelenting. Rain threatened, yet all that ever blew by was wind.
That wind made it clear as crystal that the spirits were restless.
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