In the trickle dark, the neitherfog lingers upon the floors amidst the rooted trees. Boot prints, that are small, carry over the trickle and through the dark to the beyondest places. Breeze blows the long thin branches, breaking sunbeams in and out; brief moments for frog eyes in the trickle. Remains of quiet and peace with the trees is all there ever is.
In the night the trickle dark breaks starbeams in with black and purple sky, little creatures make noise til the edges of the night.
i like this idea of freestyle writing :)
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