Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded.... : Quote by K. Farrell St. Germain

“ Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeletal bones, grasping for a final breath from the last silvery clouds of evening that slowly drifted by. ”

K. Farrell St. Germain
  • From : Then'diel's Song
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