The Forbidden Zone

Parable of the Sower, the sad rewrite

Marc looked over the lake to the hills. A few low clouds with undefined edges hung in the sky, dark in patches but with light, almost translucent edges. They were post-storm clouds, faded defenses against the sun. From his angle at the shoreline, the clouds lay in front of the sun, putting Marc and the surrounding jagged rocks in the shade. The wind in the shade brought a chill, and he kept his arms pinned together. Everywhere else there was incredible light. It fell over the water and bounced in every direction from its still surface. It fell over the hills and made them appear a soft chartreuse that was forgotten during the storm. A gleeful and renewed timbre rose and spread from all things in the late morning. From where he stood in the shade, Marc could see it all.

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