Short

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on July 6, 2008 0 Comments

Once I climbed a fire carpeted hill
As shooting flames of red and yellow
Leapt about my feet.
I stopped and watched the autumn haze
Curl into nothingness.

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Describing myself is always hard. I can say that I enjoy reading, writing, and music. I would also love to be taking a class in something, almost anything.

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