Description
The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with agony, while the rest remained erect, giving only the illusion of vigor. There were six of them; six black, dead trees forming a circle around her grave. Each wailed as the wind thrashed at their degenerate forms. Winter had eradicated autumn, mercilessly ravishing the land of all viability.
Recommended Citation
Wanbaugh, Jillian
(2014)
"Reaching Lilly,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 79
:
Iss.
1
, Article 15.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol79/iss1/15
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