Mist Bridge [Day 76]

WHISPERS OF VANISHED wind echo among the mist. Silken gray spools sweep across the streets and coil around trees, golden fringe still clinging to their dark, damp branches. It is a world waiting, the invisible otherworld spinning a bridge of thick ethereal mist across to the earthy physical one.


Written: 6 Nov 2015

Words: 49

Inspired: my Dreams + environment

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