What once was
April 05, 2012
The evening sunlight shines through the leaves of the trees casting a golden glow over all it touches.
The woods are calm now, with just the faintest sound of birds. Ivy climbs up the wall of an old crumbling house, a young woman stands in a violet gown staring up at the house she once knew, her long raven hair flowing in the gentle breeze, her grey eyes start to tear as she slowly turns and walks away.
By. Mandi Bolyard
Copy Wrighted 10/18/09