The night air was thick, but not hot, mildly warm with sweet lingering breezes that could be heard through the trees. A full white moon illuminated the black sky, all stars hiding. Sitting on the porch with the lights out she wasn't thinking of yesterday, wasn't worrying about tomorrow, but simply in the moment, wondering about God's universe and contemplating fate and destiny; and soaking in the night air letting it scythe her soul.
Olivia McGuire
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