Stricken Hearts
Before Jax could even say something, she waltzed out of the room with nothing but a simple yell or, “Get properly dressed! Don’t embarrass me in front of my classmates!”
Jax couldn’t help but smile as he took in the scenery. The sun is shining brightly. The sun had fully risen, illuminating the swaying stems caused by the mild breeze. It isn’t particularly hot, but neither is it particularly chilly. The wind is crisp, and it smells better than dust. It’s reassuring to be alone. Jax could also see barns where animals were tucked away for the night. The village’s twist and droop, the flora’s rhythms and diversity, the ever-changing horizon and wind. Every day was a fresh moment in time, becaus
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