The Lake of Desire
The night was dark, the moon shy. The world was empty after the entire day’s noisy bustle. The cool wind ruffled the leaves of the trees, filling the air with rustling noise. It was only fitting that the silent life could finally vent out it’s fury. Each leaf seemed to scream aloud in pique, with the wind determined to carry the message as far as it could. The ambient silence only amplified the ruckus, and the wind hissed along in consternation. The night was raging.
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