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This weeks prompt on (Fiction)Friday is Starry Night
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The shimmering sun melts into a golden horizon as the warmth of the afternoon gives way to the crisp chill of an autumn evening. Mother earth wraps herself in a deep purple cloak speckled with a scattering of twinkling stars and all around stands silent, motionless, still.
The trees and hedgerows wear coats of grey as the moon casts ghostly black shadows at their feet, whilst the rolling fields sleep beneath a frosty silver blanket.
Peace, perfect peace
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You've certainly captured the peace for me. I caught some quiet time outside on my porch swing tonight. It was bliss. Hope all is well. Have a great night.
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ReplyDeleteThis was fantastic!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully painted picture...
ReplyDeleteVery Nice...soothing.
ReplyDeleteMine:
http://uncleteebooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiction-friday-september-18-2009.html
very nice you captured the stary night
ReplyDeletekeith, it was wonderful hearing you give us your words. I am reminded yet again of why the season prior to the sleeping season is my favorite. I love the lull of summer into winter.
ReplyDeletewow very poetic It is like a breeze
ReplyDeleteof beauty and in company of that wonderful music I am right now between the stars.
Like the painting, you add an extra dimension of texture to this rich interpretation of an evening. beautifully phrased and pitched.
ReplyDeleteEach week I also rise to an additional challenge to the prompt on Friday Ficiton - that to explore a different genre or writing style. This week I visit Survivalist Fiction. http://annieevett.blogspot.com/2009/09/lone-stars.html
Delicious! I loved the picture, the words and the narration. What a treat!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you painted the picture with your words. Thank you.
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