Occasional drafts from a first time writer.

Phoebe by the pond

The mud crackled stiffly, drying and falling off in little clumps. Phoebe looked down at her reflection in the pond, backlit by the dim light of the setting sun. The world seemed fresher after the brief downpour, clean smelling. Well, apart from the muddy scruff looking back out of the pond, she thought to herselfContinue reading “Phoebe by the pond”

and so, it begins..

You forget about the smell after a while. — Lucas Lichenstump. This is the first post on my new blog. I am new to this, expect problems.

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