night time.

Pip Turner
Oct 1, 2017 · 1 min read

Inside:
pitch black.
dead of night.
blowing curtains.
a blue glow lights up the room.

Outside:
everywhere is empty.
leaves fall.
moon beams push through a thin layer of clouds.

a thin layer of almost imperceptible mist covers the land.

the ocean crashes against the shoreline,
foam appears for a second like shining pearls in the darkness, before slipping back under the surface

hills become shadows, wrapping themselves in black cloaks, sheltering from the cold.
further away, fields of dry green now damp to the touch,
wet, and cold — the moon reflects light, not warmth.

Pip Writes Stuff

Pip Writes Stuff is where Pip Turner used to keep post his ramblings. This is rarely posted on anymore, but feel free to have a browse and relive the good times.

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Pip Writes Stuff

Pip Writes Stuff is where Pip Turner used to keep post his ramblings. This is rarely posted on anymore, but feel free to have a browse and relive the good times.

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