A chill runs through me, as if a shadow has passed over, or a door has been opened somewhere.
Outside, all is silent. The big dipper sideways in the northern sky.
Perhaps it's just the landscape breathing. Perhaps.
We'll see.
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Just After Midnight
A chill runs through me, as if a shadow has passed over, or a door has been opened somewhere.
Outside, all is silent. The big dipper sideways in the northern sky.
Perhaps it's just the landscape breathing. Perhaps.
We'll see.
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