Friday, May 1, 2026

Assignment: Simile

 

Similes from Georgia:
The old tree was like a silent confessor, listening to my whispered stories from years past.
The rain fell like a soft curtain protecting the world.  
My thoughts drifted like water, touching nothing yet holding everything.  
The old tree listened patiently holding my whispered stories from years past
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