The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn’t white within.
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92
The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn’t white within.
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92
Nice one, Venky 🙂
Thank you!😊
Nicely done 🙂