A beautiful view
after a treacherous climb…
It was all worth it.
How does it work?
That is beautiful Annie!
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
Enormous. Heavy. Mountains are not meant to move. This load is not yours.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
i am living fully i see what is here and feel deep wonder i love simple pleasures and sit still long enough to enjoy them
By Kristen Balyeat7 days ago in Poets
Those red feathers—crimson? Scarlet? flashing the sky behind you, above your shadow calling to me, swooping your thermal glide,
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Poets
“Caroline, Zach! Dinner’s ready!” my mother called up the stairs. I marched down and took my place at the table. “Wash your hands, dear,” my mother said.
By Bride of Sounda day ago in Fiction
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That is beautiful Annie!