listening to hear
mystery beyond me ‘croaches, crashing, undulating patches of rhythm, shadow and light, endless glisten inward, upward shimmered wells, shrouding depths on a trickled bed, hissing beckons, deeply...
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the sky is bruised with purpled patches, gauze of white cotton cloud strewn unsteadily across the southern horizon. many have come with their beach chairs and their expensive long lenses to watch the...
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