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The Woods, Friday Afternoon and Onwards
Friday, August 10th, 2018 06:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fh_sparepartsThe shadows did not come suddenly. But as the morning progressed, the leaves on the trees became a little darker, and then a little darker more, as if the sun had moved faster across the horizon than it usually did.
It was only by noon that the darkness became so obvious, so unnatural, that anyone might have noticed it. It played between the trees, it tangled itself in the branches.
And on the inside, created eternal night.
[[ ocd up! ]]
It was only by noon that the darkness became so obvious, so unnatural, that anyone might have noticed it. It played between the trees, it tangled itself in the branches.
And on the inside, created eternal night.
[[ ocd up! ]]