Through Rich Portals
Purely a figment of a tortured imagination The portals she was about to enter looked inviting from a distance, swaying slightly side to side, a gentle wisk hiding then concealing the large sumptuous entrance, which gleamed a pale grey/black and white in the hot but shaded half sunlight in the barn. The crumpled texture of the ground below, bore no resemblance of the earlier dark and foreboding storm, which threatened and had in some cases destroyed the smooth unblemished surfaces. It had been...