This Day
I love this time of day. Dusk. Suspended between the waking of my world and the covering of it. Warm and glowing, still in it's breeze-chill. The lazy sky, the sharp smell of grass, I am the subject of a still life.
early fall exists; aftertaste, afterthought; seclusion and angels exist; widows and elk exist; every detail exists; memory, memory's light; afterglow exists; oaks, elms, junipers, sameness, loneliness exists; eider ducks, spiders, and vinegar exist, and the future, the future
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