l laila.louise VT 19 years old Posts Fiction By laila.louise Tiny Lights The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin framed our faces in pale yellow light. We stood there. Not a word was spoken. The crickets played their notorious song in harmony with the loons to fill the silence.
Fiction By laila.louise Tiny Lights The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin framed our faces in pale yellow light. We stood there. Not a word was spoken. The crickets played their notorious song in harmony with the loons to fill the silence.