Nature’s paintbrush strokes the evening with wispy watercolored hues of pink and purple.
Lichen and moss textured maple trunks rise above the path pouring a shady green umbrella over a warm evening stroll.
Inky black bats snatch up insects as they rise and fall over the pond reflecting deep blue dusk skies. 
Author: belindabotzong
I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here.
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