Kerrigan Herret
Joined November 2017
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Bio
I'm a journalism student with a bunch of words probably nobody wants to read.
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Starlit Sky
One in the morning on a Sunday night breeds sensations that can never exist at any other point in a single cycle of the sun and moon. Silence, predominantly, is deafening. Shoes padding along graveled roads, pebbles peppering the ground like they were mimicking the stars in the sky. The soft whispers of frogs croaking, crickets chirping, and cicadas whizzing are a music unheard by the bed-dwellers tucked safely in their sheets inside a darkened house nearby.
By Kerrigan Herret6 years ago in Poets