White sand between toes white sand in noseslost on a beach and you can't speak the language lost in a small city rough cobblestone streetseverything brought to colors of pale orange.Flick of a wrist as she moves slow though the heart inside erratically beats and feels fit to escape the rib-cage that so delicately encasesmoves as wheat grass in an open field pale eyes likewhite birds fighting against the horizon.
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How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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