Owls

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Owls

April 17, 2017

77 words The valley sinks into the mist; the yellow ring of the horizon eclipses the cornea of the sun; the ridge blooms purple on my wrist, fading, inimical and black. The earth exhales into the dusk, frost forming in the shaded husk of afterglows. My wine and sack my only friends, I hear the [...]

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