by Christine

July 29, 2016

....where my heart starts singing 

and my whole Being shivers

 in the flow of the wind. 

The bold and gentle air, 

caressing the raw, unforgiving land, 

with its almost unbearable beauty. 

Its wild and well treaded paths 

leading along aged fences of weathered wood


June 11, 2016

All the other girls were jealous. They didn’t have to say it, but she knew.

Whispering around her: ”How is it, that out of all the other ones, she is the lucky one?”

The spiteful snickering behind her back didn't bother Ellie anymore. She herself could not believe her...

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