This weeks prompt on (Fiction)Friday is Starry Night
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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