Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Topazshell on September 8, 2015

In the Mind of an Infant

In The Mind of an Infant

It is always dusk.
I see floating light
dancing around and through
me.
I hear a lake move gently
north, south, east, west.
I move forward slowly
close my eyes
innocent of how to meet you
for the first time.

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