As I stood frozen in the darkness, the beauty of the forest finally revealed itself. Owls called out. A small river created the sounds of rippling water. The white sand, although darker in the night, still glistened. The thick trunks of the trees stood tall above all danger. The icy breeze suddenly felt warmer. Freed from panic, I found my way back. We returned from the trip and I wanted to go to the basement. I skipped down there, and the darkness greeted me. But this time, when I traversed the darkness, my mind never raced. I reached the light switch and flicked it. What greeted me was not any different than the dark. A different kind of light bulb had been turned on.
A Woman and Her Dentures
~Isabella Arabia~
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