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.
My Life as Jan 
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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