A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and grey skies, snow topped hills in the distance, lost in a sea of sagebrush. I stare into the wasteland, searching. The dust in the air gently caresses my cheeks and reminds me to keep going.
A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and grey skies, snow topped hills in the distance, lost in a sea of sagebrush. I stare into the wasteland, searching. The dust in the air gently caresses m... critique me please stories
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10101 More serious than I should be
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"Sublime" if you saw this on an app called Lex first it was not stolen, same creator just reposting on this site.

A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and grey skies, snow topped hills in the distance, lost in a sea of sagebrush. I stare into the wasteland, searching. The dust in the air gently caresses my cheeks and reminds me to keep going.

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