The Moon's Children
Description
He sniffed the ground filled with many green leaves and fallen branches. Scrunching his nose, he picked up a trail.
A divine and sweet scent that cannot be mistaken for any other.
He looked around and spotted no one and so he continued this delightful trail.
There, in front of his chocolate orbs, stood an angel.
"Mate", he whispered into the winds.
Foreword
To those who believe in destiny
And perhaps, to those who believe they can sway away from their fate
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