Saturday 29 September 2012 photo 13/20
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Ber om ursäkt för att jag lägger upp samma bild igen, men nu har jag klurat på vad jag bör skriva till den och tog mod till mig att göra det.
Here goes.
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Suddenly something moved by the edge of the forest. Claire gasped as her eyes shifted to focus on the blur behind her target. She could not believe her eyes, but she lowered her gun, dropped it on the moist grass. There was a white light emerging from the forest accompanied by a soft spring breeze. Apart from that, the air was completely still, as if time itself had stopped.
The sun bathed her unruly garden in a golden light, but it could not compare to the brightness of the figure moving closer. Claire realised that the figure coming toward her must be human. No, not human, but the appearance was similar.
It was a young woman, almost still a girl with fair skin that nearly glittered in the light she was surrounded by. It was as if she was luminous, glowing. Her hair was fair, soft, with golden curls that were as carefree as her steps. She walked on her toes with light and bouncing steps. Upon closer inspection it was apparent that she did not walk. She floated. Her feet were barely touching the ground.
Claire had never seen anyone, or anything like this. When the girl came closer, she noticed her eyes; they were completely blank, no pupils and barely any iris at all. Still, she could tell that the girl could see her and that it was her that she approached with purposeful steps.
The girl wore a flowing gown in greens and pink that revealed her slender legs, arms and belly. The dress seemed to have a life on its own, just like her hair, floating around her body. She stopped a few feet from Claire with a smile.
“Hello", said she with a soft but deep musical voice. It was soothing and seemed to have many dimensions to it, like she was in an empty room that made her voice echo. At the same time it sounded like the girl was both far away, in a tunnel or a well, but still right next to Claire, whispering in her ear. She talked as if Claire was a frightened animal that needed to be calmed. Much like Zack had when they first met.
“My name is Rayna", said the girl, her voice and her words in harmony. “My people call me the song of spring".
Claire opened her dry mouth to reply, but no sound would be uttered. She was stunned by the stranger walking into her garden, but she was not afraid. Rayna seemed so gentle, kind and careful as to not scare her.
“My name is Claire", managed she to reply, her voice was weak and threatened to break.
The girl smiled, and seemed to send rays of warmth all over the garden, lightning up even the darkest corners where the sun could never reach.
“I know", laughed she. A laugh that chimed like a thousand tiny bells. The butterflies seemed to laugh with her while they danced around her body, dancing with her floating dress. “I have come for you".
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Camera info
Camera Canon EOS 7D
Focal length 57 mm
Aperture f/5.6
Shutter 1/80 s
ISO 160
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Insomnalia
Thu 1 Nov 2012 23:33
Jag vet sällan vad jag ska skriva, jag tror många känner så faktiskt. (^ . ^)´
LaceandBlood
Thu 1 Nov 2012 23:37
Ja men det förstår jag ^^ Jag brukar också ofta läsa vad andra skriver utan att kommentera.
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