The Escapade

A lone owl perched on a the branch of a birch tree, was wide-eyed, looking out at the noises emanating from the ground. Moonlight streamed in through the canopy, letting the owl discern some little figures that were slowly trudging through the forest floor. Rachel tossed the wet tissue into a bin, having dabbed herContinue reading “The Escapade”

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