Free Spirit

Then, he moved as loose grains of sand do at the touch of the gentle breeze—gliding a short distance before stopping and then moving once again. His eyes were a shade of dull, lifeless grey that seemed both to mirror that of the dismal sky and to put it to shame with its own barely concealed gloom.

And yet, watching him with glassed over eyes, arms wrapped around myself in my own personal cage, I saw a free spirit.

A.C. Mortale


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