The rain drenched every inch of her body, penetrating her skin, and quenching her very soul.
Like a wild animal, she danced, her mane clinging to her face as she leapt and twirled beneath the cascade.
She was a beautiful, feral creature, embracing the storm that both surrounded her, and burst from within.
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My weekly response for Sonya’s Three Line Tales (Week 76) writing challenge. Photo by Sam Burriss via Unsplash.
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Oh to be free and dance with abandon in the rain! Well-written:)
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Thank you! 🙂
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I could feel the dance of of this beautiful feral creature. very vividly described in so few words.
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Thank you so much!
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She’s breaking free of whatever that had held her. Good job in bringing out the emotions within 3 lines. Cheers, Varad
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Thank you! 🙂
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