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[yldann]

Autumn touched the land, and the canopy overhead had burst forth into a song of color, now hidden in the shadows cast by the moon. I stood on the cliff at the edge of the island overlooking the ocean. I had never sailed upon it. There was no boat. The moonlight danced a path across the water, and beckoned me to walk to the Far Land where the sky touched the sea, reflecting the path of stars overhead.

Comments

[navalaya.livejournal.com]

Very lovely.

... you dont need a sailboat. You could swim!
How are you? Well I hope.
*big grins*
Nava :D

Beautiful words

[iliandriel.livejournal.com]

Very lovely way that you have with words. It leads the mind to picture the scene and enjoy it as you did.

[siabha-maellyn.livejournal.com]

... beautiful.

The Far Land beckons often. Whatever and wherever it is.