Easton Warrington

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“It’s the little things that make up your life. The bigger events just connect them.”

— S.L. Scott, Naturally, Charlie

[eastonwarrington]

Easton Warrington rested against the rough, weathered bark of an oak tree, gazing up at the vast expanse of the night sky. The crisp touch of the night air blowed onto his skin, but he paid it little mind. This relaxiation method was one of his cherished past times. The night relaxed him, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of the leaves and the distant howl of a owl. With a deep sigh, his eyes were fixed upon the Orion costallation. As he lost himself in the moment memories of countless nights spent beneath the very same night sky flooded his own mind.