It felt like walking into a story—every leaf glowing, every shadow alive, like the forest was inviting me somewhere only it knew.
Posted in response to the challenge Mother Nature.
It felt like walking into a story—every leaf glowing, every shadow alive, like the forest was inviting me somewhere only it knew.
Posted in response to the challenge Mother Nature.
The morning bell rang
just like it always had.
Backpacks lined the wall,
bright pink, sky blue,
zippers half open
with pencils and erasers inside.
A teacher wrote quietly
on the chalkboard,
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