A Quiet AfternoonA Story by AirafhA quiet afternoon, sitting in my window gallery and losing myself in a beautiful book just taking breaks to watch the brown dried leaves fall of the branches of the tree whenever a squirrel hopped or a crow sat. Hearing the distinct tweet of the birds and watching a dog walk aimlessly in the buidling compound and the wind chime weaving it's melodious tune to this beautiful afternoon.© 2017 AirafhFeatured Review
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