And I feel all the breath has been knocked out of me.
Bluing fog, by goznaraw
Winter dreaming.
Occasional musings. www.twitter.com/Emveem
Literary Paint Chips
Thousands of tiny sand crabs wriggle through the densely-packed sediment. They scrape away at the...
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brucewavy:
breon’s house.
dying
dead uhg
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