

BrittleThe world is on its last legs, You can see it in the forest. The leaves,Brittle
The Leaves! Their brittle bodies fade before they even reach the ground. They land softly and vanish beneath
the white that covers all. The birds are winging southward now. Their songs cannot be heard in the silence
that is growing. Growing with the white; Smothering footsteps on the leaves; quieting the stream that bubbles forth
among the trees. The air is frigid and crisp. With each breath lungs burn
with the purity of the heavens. You can hear the voi
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HUGO Create Graphic Contest Round 10 // Theme: SimpliCity // For more info & to participate, surf to [link]
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