Cherries and Oak TreesIt was a warm summer day. One that makes you itch with tension if you are not outside enjoying it. A breeze, soft as silk, was rustling the leaves. Lazy clouds floated low in the sky. Sitting under a large oak Saint-Just admired the fine day. A petty thing to think of but one that couldn’t be helped. A bowl of cherries sat next to him. Dark purple almost black orbs in a glass bowl. Pits with bits of flesh still clinging to them littered the grass near by. Saint-Just's tongue darted out, licking the red smear from his lower lip. Another breeze washed over him. Loosening his cravat he leaned against the tree, content for the momentCherries and Oak Trees
HUGATTACKED.
Goodness, I apologize
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