• Kristine Harper

    Date posted: October 24, 2011 Author: jolanta



    “And that breeze was what kept me there…”

    Courtesy of the artist.

    Kristine Harper

    The forest seemed blue that day, cold and dangerous. I could hear the blue leaves blowing in the wind, and the feel of the sharp blue air creeping through my jacket. But in the blue layers of leaves and wood and wind I sensed a warm, purple breeze. And that breeze was what kept me there, in the forest. And it is what kept me moving forward.

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